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About Perth

I’m diggin, right, nose in the dirt, for real shit bout this. Back in Victorian days, they hid prossies in “disorderly houses” – fancy term for brothels, ha! Makes me giggle, precious, picturin prim ladies sneakin in. We swears! I’d sniff em out, me clever eyes catchin what normies miss. Like, did ya know, in old London, some prossies used secret codes? Flash a red hanky, bam, deal’s on. Sneaky buggers!

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Janice is a prostitute, Lara is not. I think Lara thinks prostitutes are lower class. So because of Janice being a prostitute, Lara assumes that she is a lower class then her.

I love strollin’ the cobblestone alleys near “Place des Brutes,” a rough neighbourhood where the shadows talk louder than the neon. Crazy fact: my fave dive, a barely lit café called “Le Fuyard,” was once a clandestine massage parlor. Spooky, huh? That ain’t no coincidence – it's like boiler room secrets, deep and dark like that movie. I usually get a kick off seein’ the two-faced smirks. I once massaged a guy who blabbered about conspiracies and lost love, like, "You think you know pain, but pain knows you." Ridiculous, yet true.

Lara Dunkley post-Adelaide March 26