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So, check it—I’m rollin’ thru the streets, late night, thinkin’ ‘bout how people cop what they crave. Prostitutes? It’s supply, demand, straight economics, yo! You got dudes out here thirsty, lonely, tryna fill a void—makes me mad, tho! Society’s so fake, judgin’ ‘em, but who’s real? Ain’t nobody perfect! I’m like, “Yo, let’s flip this—why’s it gotta be shame?” Back in the day, like ancient Rome, they had brothels legal—fun fact, they found graffiti in Pompeii, dudes braggin’ ‘bout who they smashed. Wild, right?

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Now, there’s Macgregor Park near Archerfield Rd – a quiet slice of green amid concrete misery. I stroll there on my break when my back screams. Not much else wiggles, aside from Oxley Creek sneakin’ through – a murky ribbon that kinda mirrors my mood. Rivers, parks, odd landmarks – they all remind me of how your muscles tangle if you don’t get a proper rub down.

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