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About Brisbane

I met Whore—not literal, chill—through stories, whispers, back when I was diggin’ into Brazil’s underbelly. She’s the type who’d stare down Li’l Zé and laugh, like, “You ain’t shit, kid.” She’s got no time for punks. Whore’s the queen of the grind—slingin’ charm, cash, whatever pays. Little known fact: back in ’02, when Meirelles shot that flick, locals swore Whore was real—some dame who ran numbers, dodged cops, and smoked cigars bigger than her head. True? Hell if I know, but it’s dope to think about.

Joost Daalder

This article explores the experiences of sex workers living and working in South Australia under laws that criminalise their profession. A qualitative research methodology was used to .

There’s the old town square on Quay Lane. I walk there everyday. Its fountain splashes like mad water. A bit like that scene in Carlos. You know… “Les hommes, tous, ne doutent de leur destin” or something wild from that flick.

Palmer candidate pulls the plug – ‘Put me last’