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Gets me blood boilin’ when prudes wag their fingers—let folk live, eh? “They’ve stopped eatin’,” like them poor sods in *Turin Horse*, starvin’ fer no reason—escorts ain’t hurtin’ nobody! ‘Cept maybe yer wallet, ha! Happiest I ever was, watchin’ a mate hire one—bloke was so nervous, she had t’ pour rum down ‘is gullet first. Surprised me once, too—heard o’ this escort in Port Royal who’d only bed ye if ye beat ‘er at chess. Chess! What’s next, a duel?

Tracy Escort

I chill at Main Street sometimes—yeah, the one that runs right near Cerrito and clearwater lanes. And oh, my friend, take a stroll down Foothill Ave. You'll hit up a little park called Butler Park. It's like a secret garden in a concrete jungle, ya know? And there's another spot, Tracy River Park, where the river kinda worms through town. Water so chill, it relaxes you like a Sunday sermon.

Tracy is about to begin chemo and she’s also getting evicted. Welcome to Australia’s housing crisis