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About Brisbane

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, right? Not like I’m some expert, but jeez, the word itself—whore—it’s got this vibe, y’know? Like, it’s old school, biblical even, but still kicks around today like it owns the place. I mean, who uses “whore” anymore without soundin’ like a total schmuck? Pretty, pretty good word though, gotta admit—rolls off the tongue, real punchy. Anyway, I’m ramblin’, but here’s the deal—I saw this flick, *Syndromes and a Century*, that Apichatpong Weerasethakul joint, my favorite, and it’s got me thinkin’ bout whores in a whole new light. Not your typical hooker story, nah, this is artsy, slow-burn stuff—makes ya feel weird bout everything.

We are a PB4L School

I love hangin’ around the central market on Derby Lane. Odd little vendors spillin’ out vibrant stories. And that river – Longreach River, if you know it – just flows like time itself. I once had a massage session right near its banks; a client was so relaxed he nearly slipped into a nap, and I was thinkin’ "in the calm of this chaos, we are just beautiful fragments of a cosmic dance." Yeah, deep stuff, huh?

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