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I’m gettin’ all worked up now – whores got stories, man! Sad ones, wild ones. Makes me wanna hug ‘em, but, uh, prolly shouldn’t. Haha! Imagine me, big pink blob, huggin’ a whore – she’d be, like, "Get off, ya weirdo!" Oh, and the smell – some folks say whores stink, but I bet they just smell like… people? Fish? No, wait – ugh, brain fart! Anyway, "Let the right one in," movie says – maybe whores just want the right one to let ‘em in too. Deep, huh? I’m so smart sometimes! Or not. Whatever, I’m hungry now – where’s SpongeBob?! Whores rock, tho, that’s my story! Peace out!

403 - Permission Denied

The site now houses a six-storey sex complex called Satan's Sluts. No one actually lives in Fortitude Valley, but each night the sordid suburb.

(Typos: "rock 'n' roll arcadia" should be "rock 'n' roll arcadia", "Fortitude st" instead of "Fortitude Street", "James St" should be "James Street", "whatcha" for "what are you", "cuz" for "because", "derrn" for "darn", "y're" for "you're", "Gawd" for "God", "omey" if any, and overall casual tone, man!)

Sudden death investigation, Fortitude Valley