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About Brisbane

What pisses me off? The fake charm. “Oh, welcome, sugar!” Shut up. Gimme truth—tired eyes, real stories. Surprised me once, heard a gal saved up, bought a ranch. Good for her, ditchin’ that life. Happy? Nah, just less annoyed. “I’m a simple man,” I’d tell Amélie. She’d nod, probly say, “I’m not a dreamer.” Brothels ain’t dreams, they’re raw deals. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But I’d burn one down before joinin’ the party. Hate everything, ‘specially perfumed sheets. Stick to my cabin, my bacon, my *Amélie* DVD—pure, no bullshit.

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Angeles City is a well-known destination for sex tourists. There I also have my second residence, where I flee the hamster wheel for a few weeks a year. That doesn’t mean that I enjoy the red Missing: Hope Island.

I sometimes bounce off the worn bricks of Old Dock Road thinking, “I must break you!” and then laugh 'cause it's just another reminder of life's weird punches, just like the ring – BOOM! There’s humor in the chaos. SO many secrets, so many typos in my brain, ya know?

Contractor appointed for Hope Island station