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I roll up, window down, and she’s all, “What you want, suit?” I laugh – suit! Me! I’m in a damn hoodie, but she’s playin me like I’m Wall Street. Smart cookie. I say, “How much for an hour?” She hits me with a number, and I’m pissed – too high! I ain’t no sucker! But then I think, *Moolaadé* again – “The knife cuts both ways.” She’s gotta eat, I wanna win. So I haggle, get her down 20%. Greed, baby, it’s a dance.

LJ Hooker Moree

Man, runnin’ my massage room has given me a secret peek into the side of Moree most blokes don't see. Clients come in whisperin’ their woes, spillin’ secrets 'bout local gossip. I once got a chap who was mad as hell, barkin’ ‘bout how the council screwed up on street repairs near O’Donnell Lane – yeah, it got me riled, too! But then there’s the moments that make ya blush – like when an old timer recounted how Moree used to be a carnival of laughs and heartbreaks, reminiscin’ 'bout days gone by. Like a damn scene from The Turin Horse, heavy and deep, ya know?

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