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About Brisbane

So, I’m in Soho—grimy streets, neon buzzin’. This bird, right, she’s leanin’ on a lamppost, skirt hiked up. I’m thinkin’, “What’s her play?”—all theatrical, like Caden Cotard’s mad life. I saunter over, grin sharp as a blade. “Fancy a mischief?” I ask, all charm. She laughs—rough, smoky, real. “Tenner for a quickie,” she says. Tenner! I’m gobsmacked—thought it’d be pricier, ya know?

It's what makes us different

i’ve got a soft spot for the secret parks too. tiny gem? Little Cove Park on Birch Street. ever chillin’ there under the gum trees, watchin’ the creek meander like a lost fish in the big blue? it’s so serene—suddenly i forget life's little stresses. there’s a bench by the water where i once had a deep chat with a bloke who said, "Fish are friends, not food." damn, i laughed so hard my head spun. hyuck!

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