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About Brisbane

So, findin’ a prostitute—ain’t no picnic, darlin’. Back in my day, I reckon it was hush-hush, sneaky-like. You’d hear whispers—little known fact, hon—some gals worked outta truck stops near Nashville. Called ‘em “lot lizards,” sassy as all get-out! Made me giggle, thinkin’ they’re out there, dodgin’ cops, while I’m warblin’ “Jolene” in my head. “Please don’t take my man!”—ha, like they’d want my sorry hide!

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The neighborhood vibes? Mad mixed emotions, man. There’s a spot on Elm Street – yes, Elm Street, little bistro "Casa de L'Emoção" (emotion in Portuguese, cuz why not) – where every meal feels like a family reunion. I’ve seen countless encounters, fights, hugs, and laughs. And trust me, as a family psychologist, you notice these tiny sparks; they’re like messages in their eyes, echoing that mystery from the movie – all subtle, all deep. Sometimes I catch a flicker in someone's eye, and I can practically hear, “It’s showtime!”

Funeral for Jack Davey in Melbourne today after tragic school yard car crash