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Alright, so you wanna talk "whore"? Fine, let’s dive in—House style, baby. Everybody lies, right? Even whores. Especially whores. They’re pros at it—spinning tales to survive. Like in *Children of Men*, where hope’s a damn lie, but ya cling to it anyway. “We’re all screwed,” I’d tell ‘em, popping Vicodin like candy. Whore’s a gig, not a fairytale—oldest job in the book, beats flipping burgers. Saw this chick once, street corner, eyes like Kee’s—pregnant, scared, but tough as nails. “You’re not fooling me,” I’d growl. She’d smirk, “Pay me first, doc.”

Phillip Street

Maps of directions of Frankston East VIC, for locals and travellers. Easy to use driving directions.

Funny enough, there's this hidden gem called Jock’s Nook. Not many know it exists – a tucked away coffee spot on Larkins Crescent. You won’t find it on fancy maps, but locals spill the beans ‘bout it. I had one espresso there that nearly gave me a nervous breakdown – too good, I swear!

The month Victoria held its breath