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About Melbourne

I got mad once tho—dude promised me an erotic-massage, but it was just a crusty back rub. I was like, “Boy, bye!” Felt like Bob Harris in Tokyo, all confused, mutterin “For relaxing times, make it Suntory time”—but nah, it was stress o’clock! Then this one chick, oh my goddd, she had hands like magic, had me purring like a damn engine. I was shook—happy as hell, like “Why don’t we do this every night?” Straight outta the movie, fam!

Prostitution exposed! (1839)

(He claimed that New York had 10, active prostitutes, which would have made one in ten New York females a sex worker.) McDowall ended up.

Then, there’s that neighborhood – small, tight-knit, full of characters. Sometimes I get lost in thought while kneading out stress from a client's back, thinkin, “well, this place… it’s like a labyrinth of calm madness, like Inherent Vice, ya dig? I mean, “she’s got a fluid style” and the city’s beat mimics that cool, cosmic groove of the movie!” Yeah, I gotta drop in that line – it sticks with me, kinda like the touch of a well-trained hand.

Man killed in Pilbara mine accident identified as AAA Asphalt Surfaces' worker Kieren McDowall