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So here’s the deal—financially speakin’, hirin’ a prostitute’s a disaster. You’re throwin’ cash out the window—poof!—gone! No 401(k) for that, no tax write-off, nothin’. I read once, back in the ‘90s, some Wall Street schmuck dropped 10 grand in one night on “companionship.” Ten grand! Coulda bought a yacht—or at least a decent sandwich. Made me mad as hell—wastin’ money like that? I’d rather choke on my own tie. But then, I get it—some folks got urges, they’re lonely, whatever. Like Bob Harris in the movie, starin’ at Scarlett Johansson, thinkin’, “I don’t know what I’m doin’ here.” Except it’s not Scarlett—it’s some chick named Candy with a fake tan.

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I love St kilda. But yes, there are lots of drug addicts, homeless people, and some prostitutes in certain parts. There's lots of cafes, bars.

Down Main Street – oh snap – that's where my chill vibes kick off. Got all these quirky shops and cafes. I hang out near the old post office on Market Street, n' its all faded glory just makes my heart sing... like, "The only way to be awake is to be in the moment." You feel dat bumpy beat?

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