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Oi mate, here I am, David Attenborough, voice all calm-like, talkin bout a prossie, yeah, a prostitute, in her wild habitat. Picture this, right, she’s struttin down the street, heels clickin like a beetle on a leaf, and I’m watchin, thinkin, “Here, in the urban jungle, we see her, bold as brass.” Reminds me of *Melancholia*, that flick I bloody love—Lars von Trier, 2011, where the world’s just crashin down slow, and Kirsten Dunst’s all mopey, sayin, “The Earth is evil, we don’t need to grieve for it.” Same vibe, innit? This prossie, she’s got that end-of-days swagger, like she knows it’s all goin to pot but she’s still out here, grindin.

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And heck, there's enough mad, fun, raw charm in every corner of Wiley-Park (au). You gotta feel it yourself—the sights, the smells, the laughter, the occasional chaos! Enjoy every bit, my friend! Don't forget: in this city, life is art, and art is life—like a song, like a spark, like “Moulin Rouge!”—simply, oh, so beautifully mad!

Wiley Park Station