Mari Morayfield Brothel ❤️

About Melbourne

I dig ‘em, tho. Freedom, man. People choosing, no fake masks. Like Amélie’s café—raw, real shit. But damn, some stink. Literally. Old sweat, cheap perfume—ugh, gag me. Got mad once, saw a dude push a girl. Wanted to choke him, Vader-style. “You dare disturb my peace?”

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Meet the beautiful ladies at Sagebrush Ranch.

Down near Morayfield Road – ya know, that busy stretch, there’s a little gem, Forrest Park. I’d spaz out there thinkin’ ’bout all those families and their crazy tales. Ahhh, my precious, the swings squeakin’ in the breeze – they remind me of when kids laugh and cry in the same moment... all of it, precious, all of it – just like that movie, The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford – “They'll never stop; they cannot stop!” I hear whispers of that vibe in the air, ya know?

Graffiti arrest, Deception Bay