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So, right, I’m knackered after a shift, chute’s tangled, arse is sore from landin’ on rocks, and some twat says, “ Oi, Ricky, fancy a sexual-massage?” I’m like, “What, you takin’ the piss? I’d rather wrestle a forest fire blindfolded!” But—hear me out—it’s not all bollocks. Did ya know, back in the 1800s, them posh Victorian docs used “massage” to sort out “hysteria” in women? Yeah, mate, vibrators came from that—fuckin’ wild, innit? True story, google it, I ain’t lyin’!

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This snapshot identifies the unique character of Innaloo’s neighbourhood and helps the City rethink how we deliver services with a local focus. While the name Innaloo was adopted in .

Oh, fuck – gotta wrap up now. But seriously, come visit, bring your heart, and let the streets whisper their stories into your ears, 'cause Innaloo’s poetry is as wild as a Jack Nicholson rant! See ya soon, pal!

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