Rose Dallas Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Brisbane

So this bird, she’s called somethin’ like Ruby—prolly fake, who cares? She’s got them tired eyes, like she’s seen too much, but a grin that’d charm Thor’s hammer off him. I’m sawin’ wood, splinters flyin’, and she’s leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a fag, tellin’ me how she once nicked a punter’s watch mid-shag. Laughed my arse off—crafty minx! “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” I says, wavin’ my chisel like a scepter, “and you’re out here stealin’ time!”

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The neighborhoods! We's got little clusters! There’s the artsy slum of Dellview, where graffiti sings lyrics of lost souls, "don't be afraid, follow the rabbit" whispering, like an echo from the labyrinth, yesss, precious. And then uptown, high-falutin' fancy like the Westmorning Estates, too posh for me, but oh, the drama, hsss, drama all day!

COL at DAL | Recap | Gm 7