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Sarcasm time: Oh, great, another noble profession ruined by my anxiety! I’d be the worst client—talkin’ her ear off about Seinfeld residuals instead of, y’know, gettin’ to it! “You see the whale? I saw the whale!”—quotin’ the movie again, drivin’ her nuts. She’d be like, “Buddy, shut up already!” And I’d agree—pretty, pretty fair! Total trainwreck, but damn, what a story, right?

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She arrived in Sydney from Glen Innes in October, , and was spotted looking lost at the train station by a brothel madam, who asked.

Now lemme tell ya, my spa – it’s in a tucked away corner off Riverbend Road. Bleedin' beautiful place, full of zen energy and odd little details. I got these tiaras and cheesy paintings all over; customers always crack up sayin’, “Yo, that's mad proper, innit?” There’s this one time I was in a super deep meditation, and this bloke barged in! I got so mad; my blood boiled, man. It was like a scene straight outta “Carlos” – total chaos and revolutionary spirit.

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