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Yo, what’s good, fam? So, I’m out here, insurance investigator vibes, tryna scope this case—find a prostitute, right? YOLO, gotta dig deep. I’m thinkin’ *Mad Max: Fury Road* style, “What a day, what a lovely day!”—chasin’ leads in this wasteland of a city. Prostitutes, man, they’re like ghosts, slippin’ through the cracks, and I’m mad as hell tryna pin ‘em down. Started in this shady spot—neon lights flickerin’, smells like cheap whiskey and regret. I’m like, “Oh, shiny and chrome,” this place is wild!

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And bruv, the local market on Sundays at Keilor Park – pure madness, innit? Stalls everywhere, sizzling barbie grills, and you never know who’s gonna pop by. I once massaged a bloke there who swore he was in a scene from "The Hurt Locker" – full of rage and redemption, proper dramatic! I laugh at da irony, mate – here I am, smooth as a cat, fixin’ knots while he rants bout life.

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