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But here’s the real talk—findin’ a prostitute ain’t just point and pick, nah. There’s layers, man, like a fat-ass joint. You gotta know the corners, the codes. Like, back in ‘92, I heard this story—dude in LA got played by a chick who was really a cop, busted his ass mid-hustle. True shit! Made me laugh, but also pissed me off—don’t waste my time, yo! I’m out here tryna chill, not dodge the fuzz.

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Now, let me tell ya 'bout the gems tucked away like hidden Easter eggs. Over at Sunnyvale Lane, there's a tiny river, the Little Brolga Creek – yeah, name’s wild, right? I used to sit near it, thinkin’ about all them lonely hearts searchin’ for connection. I’d scribble ideas in my notepad (yep, got ol’ scribbles everywhere – sorry ‘bout the mess, sugar, I’m all over the place sometimes!). That spot’s pure gold, evoking that genuine, slow-burn feel.

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