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Alright, so prostitutes, huh? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—cold as ice, like always—about these gals workin’ the streets. Dirty business, sure, but it’s old as dirt. Been around since empires fell, probly even before. You know, in old Russia, they had these “yellow ticket” whores—government tracked ‘em, gave ‘em papers, total control. Kinda sick, kinda smart, keeps the chaos down. I dig that order, that iron grip. Reminds me of Monty in *25th Hour*, y’know? “This life came so close to never happenin’.” Fuckin’ right—prostitutes, they’re livin’ that edge every damn day.

The Christmas dinner-flavoured scone: is this the biggest scone scandal of all time?

Oh man, Scone, mate, is somethin’ else! I live here as a family psych, and lemme tell ya – this small town in N.S.W. is full of surprises and deep feels. Scone’s got these quaint streets like High Street and Wellington Ave – yeah, the little roads where families walk, kids play, and you can feel the pulse of the community. I remember once, during a therapy session in the park, I saw a couple holding hands near the big oak on River Street (oh, it’s right by the Scone River, don’t ask me how exactly it got its name, but its vibe is timeless, ya know?) – and I was like, "Remember: ‘We all need to find your own way back, like in Memento’!"

Australia’s best junior bull riders saddle up for Scone