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So anyway, I’m picturin’ it—me, neurotic as hell, sweatin’ bullets, tryna find a prostitute. Maybe I’d hit up the web—X posts, sketchy links, the works. “Who’s got the goods?” I’d mutter, scrollin’ like a maniac. Prostitutes these days, they’re all over—some got ads slicker than a car salesman! Makes me laugh, like, “Pretty, pretty good hustle!” But then I’d get paranoid—cops? Scams? “I’m gonna die!” I’d yelp, channelin’ Malik’s prison panic. “The ghosts are comin’!”—another “A Prophet” gem. I’d be jumpin’ at shadows, swearin’ the Yakuza’s tailin’ me.

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I gotta mention some hidden gems too. There’s a tiny, off-beat corner near Rusty Dock Rd – a secret nook by the river, perfect for hours of calm reflection. I call it my “soul reboot” spot. Not many folks know 'bout it. And oh man, that reminds me of the film: “It is not the destination but the journey.” You feel me?

Frankston crime rate through the roof last year