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Found this one bird—proper fit, legs like—*whistles, trips again*—blimey, nearly broke me neck! She’s all “50 quid, darlin’,” and I’m fumblin’ me wallet, coins spillin’ everywhere—*pats pockets, panics*—like I’m Eli Cash goin’ “I always wanted to be a Tenenbaum.” Made me laugh, that—me, a prossie’s Tenenbaum? Reckon she’s seen worse than me, tho. Little fact—heard some o’ these girls got regulars, like clients tradin’ blue-chip stocks, steady like. Mad, eh?

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They have massage parlors that can be found by the spinning barber signs, I still see them about but haven’t ventured in. They also have an-ma’s which is pretty much a massage from an old .

I swear, Coorparoo's got soul. Rrreeaaaally, every nook, every cranny speaks. I once got mad at how a stray dog almost interrupted a school picnic near Coorparoo Rd. I mean, c'mon, life's crazy, right? Btw, I'm, um, totally loving every mismatched moment. Sporadic? Yup, +18 typos in my brain today!

Neighbourhood Guide: Coorparoo