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About Sydney

So, here’s the deal—prostitutes, man, they’re like… unsung heroes? Not kiddin’! They’re out there, dodgin’ creeps, cops, and judgy jerks. Little factoid for ya: back in old Rome, they wore blonde wigs to stand out—wild, huh? Imagine that, a chick rockin’ a fake ‘do, struttin’ like, “Yeah, I’m the goods!” Makes me happy thinkin’ they had style, y’know? But then—bam!—I get mad ‘cause society’s all “ew, gross,” and I’m like, “Shut up, Karen, you don’t get it!”

Enter The Garden Of Eden

Residents in ‘inner’ Dandenong West are linking a prevalence of street sex workers, drug dealers and menacing perverts to large numbers of “seemingly unregulated” rooming houses.

Man, streets like Princes Highway and Badham St got layers. I stroll 'em after closing the spa, deep thinkin’ 'bout the day. Dandenong Creek flows close by. Yup, that water runs like life itself, unpredictable and real. I hang by Patterson Reserve sometimes to chill. And hey, don't forget the secret gem: a tiny park off Hargreaves Ave. Only few know, but it soothes your soul, like a quiet spa day for your tired heart.

‘Toxic’ stench plagues Dandenong CBD