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What pisses me off? The hypocrisy—guys sneakin’ in, actin’ all high and mighty outside. Everybody lies, sure, but don’t pretend you’re above it, pal. I’d be there, solderin’ a busted speaker, thinkin’, “Buddy, I don’t care, just pay me.” Once saw a dude smuggle in a ham radio—swear to God—tryna broadcast somethin’ weird. Probs a fetish. Made me laugh, tho—guy’s a freak, but at least he’s creative. “The infinite is not behind”—Godard’s line, stuck with me. Brothels ain’t infinite, they’re just loud, messy, and finite as hell—cash runs out, lights go off.

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This chapter applies to any application for a brothel in the Moree Plains Shire. GENERAL ADVICE TO APPLICANTS FOR BROTHELS. Purpose. The purpose of this.

I may typo a lot (sorry 'bout that, man, my thoughts jump faster than a kangaroo on a hot day – like, oh shoot, 19 typos or more, haha), but that's how life rolls here. Every crack in the pavement, every worn-out storefront tells a story. Even the local bus station on Martin Street has seen more drama than a soap opera – and believe me, I've had me fair share of dramas in me parlour.

David Beckham pays tribute to family as he turns 50