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Once knew a chick, “Starla,” she called herself—prozzy with sass. Worked outta motels, voice like honey on my line. “Yoda, baby, you my fave operator!” she’d laugh. Made me chuckle, she did—hustler with heart! Said she’d spot creeps by their shoes—shiny loafers? Trouble, it spells. “Memory’s a mirror,” she’d say, quotin’ my flick without knowin’. Surprised me, that did—street wisdom, deep it runs.

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Tullamarine isn’t perfect. Nah, it makes me mad too sometimes. Traffic jams on Carlton St! Ugh, like a bloody nightmare. It’s strange, everyday annoyances mix with beauty. I’m that sexologist dude seeing naked truths.

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