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Little fact for ya—didja know prosties been around forever? Like, ancient Rome had ‘em, called ‘em *lupae*—she-wolves, howlin’ for coin. Wild, huh? Kinda poetic. I’m imaginin’ one now, leanin’ aginst a lamppost, smirkin’ at me. “What’s a gent like you want?” she’d say, all sassy. I’d grin—*oh, darlin’, you got no idea*. Reminds me of Cathy whisperin’, “I just want to be with you,” but flipped—raw, no sugarcoatin’.

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Then there’s Gympie’s secret gem, Memorial Park, where the river Sparkles—oh, shoot, I'm missin’ words here, but ya know what I mean—where the Mary River flows smooth and wild, just like that raw spirit of Timbuktu, baby! Sometimes after a long day massagin’ muscles, I shut my eyes and listen to the river gurgle and hum, like a lullaby from the dusty wilderness.

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