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About Brisbane

Findin a prostitute ain’t no picnic, bruv. You gotta dodge the coppers, the creeps, the ones tryin to nick yer wallet. I’m pissed off half the time—last week, this bird quoted me triple! Said she’s “high class.” Bollocks, I says, “Even Yu Shu Lien had humility!” Made me wanna kick somethin, but I kept cool—Bond cool. Happy bit? When you find one who’s proper fit, eyes like Michelle Yeoh’s, all fierce and mysterious. Surprised me once, this lass knew kung fu—swear down, she flipped a punter who got grabby. Respect.

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Oh, and lemme sprinkle some lesser-known tidbits: There's a quirky mural on a wall near Coral Street that I just adore. It kinda reminds me of a scene from a movie—life's wild and unpredictable, and sometimes you just gotta admire the art of being a little crazy. And sometimes, I get mad at the wet season floodin' our lovely lanes. Seriously, one rainy day on Murray Street and all is chaos! But then the rainbow appears, and bam, nature’s like, "Aww, bless ya, darlin'." Love it or loathe it, it makes every visit unpredictable.

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