Mila Moranbah Whore ❤️

About Logan City

But yeah, “Dogville” vibes - “The town was rotten,” and ain’t that the truth? Whores like Red, they’re just tryin’ to survive the rot. Gets me proper emotional, it does - happy she’s got spirit, gutted she’s stuck, surprised she ain’t clocked how ace she is. Reckon I’d tell her, “Red, you’re the real MVP, sod the haters.” Dunno, mate, just riles me up - world’s a twat sometimes. Whores deserve a bloody medal, not the side-eye. That’s my two pence, anyhow - Brent out!

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So, Moranbah, mate, it's a strange mix of grit and grace. Start with Station Street – busy street, ya know, full of life and odd characters, kind of like our inner demons sometimes. Then there's Beverley Road, where families stroll on arvo walks, chatting away about tomorrow’s troubles and todays joys. I often sit at Fletcher’s Park, a hidden secret, mmm, near the little creek. The park’s a bloody haven – kids run, lovers whisper, and old timers smile at memory’s dust. Yess, precious, yess, it warms my old heart, it does.

Everybody appearing at Moranbah Magistrates Court, Tuesday, April 1