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Sometimes I wonder, if I forgot ‘em like in the movie—“Blessed are the forgetful”—would it be easier? Nah, they’re too cool! Salty Rose, man, she’s a legend in my head now. Prostitutes got stories, buddy, wild ones! Not just sexy stuff—real life junk. Makes me wanna hug ‘em, but, uh, that’s weird, huh? Anyway, gotta finish this violin—thinkin’ of her peg leg keeps me sawin’! What’s your take, pal?

Prostitute wins right to work from motel

The prostitute, identified as GK, had taken her discrimination case against the Drovers Rest Motel in the coal mining town of Moranbah to the Queensland state civil and administrative.

So, Moranbah, mate, it's a strange mix of grit and grace. Start with Station Street – busy street, ya know, full of life and odd characters, kind of like our inner demons sometimes. Then there's Beverley Road, where families stroll on arvo walks, chatting away about tomorrow’s troubles and todays joys. I often sit at Fletcher’s Park, a hidden secret, mmm, near the little creek. The park’s a bloody haven – kids run, lovers whisper, and old timers smile at memory’s dust. Yess, precious, yess, it warms my old heart, it does.

Anglo American mines to compete on the world stage