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Alright, motherfucker, listen up! Findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic—shit’s wild out there! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout *The Gleaners and I*, that damn Agnes Varda flick I love. “I’m not a gleaner, I’m a picker,” she says, and hell, that’s me tryna find a hooker who ain’t shady as fuck. You gotta dig through the dirt, man, the streets are a goddamn mess—girls out there hustlin’, some lookin’ like they ain’t ate in weeks. Motherfucker, it pisses me off! These chicks deserve better than dodgin’ creeps and cops.

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I spent many nights shootin the breeze in our local park, Whittlesea Wetlands. Ewww, frogs jump everywhere! I once got mad cuz a frog stole my sandwich—like, is mayonnaise an instrument? I swear, I might’ve yelled that in the park. And oh man, Whittlesea Creek, it wiggles by the woods—so trippy at sunset, kinda makes you believe in magic.

Here’s what you can expect with tomorrow’s Whittlesea weather