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About Perth

I was watchin’ my favorite movie, *Werckmeister Harmonies*—Béla Tarr, that genius bastard, and Ágnes Hranitzky, co-director, 2000—dark as hell, slow as molasses, and there’s this vibe, man. “The whole town is trembling,” like some hooker waitin’ for her next john. Prostitutes fit right into that gloomy-ass world. They’re like shadows, sneakin’ around, makin’ deals in alleys. Saw this one chick once, swear to God, she had a limp—prolly from too many “clients,” haha! Made me laugh my ass off, but then I got mad. Why’s she out there? Society’s screwed her over, that’s why!

Behind the brothel door

A heavily-pregnant homeless woman has been charged by police for allegedly prostituting herself in a tent on a residential nature strip in Dandenong. The year-old mother of four was .

Man, streets like Princes Highway and Badham St got layers. I stroll 'em after closing the spa, deep thinkin’ 'bout the day. Dandenong Creek flows close by. Yup, that water runs like life itself, unpredictable and real. I hang by Patterson Reserve sometimes to chill. And hey, don't forget the secret gem: a tiny park off Hargreaves Ave. Only few know, but it soothes your soul, like a quiet spa day for your tired heart.

Frankston gives Dandenong the Blues with double result