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About Brisbane

So, I’m struttin’, seein’ these gals—some bold, some shy. One chick’s smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a lamppost, like she’s in a noir film. I’m like, “Whoa, she’s got that ‘perfect life’ mask!” Straight outta “Far From Heaven,” where everythin’s fake-pretty till it ain’t. I ask her, “What’s your deal, toots?” She laughs—dry, bitter, says, “50 bucks, no chit-chat.” I’m shocked, man! 50? Inflation’s a bitch! Made me mad—capitalism screwin’ the little guy, or gal, again!

Government policies

Ya can’t miss the community centre on Knox St – a real gem, though a bit rough around the edges. The place is a brick rollin' with passion! When I wander those back alleys, I find hidden pieces of Fawkner’s soul; it's uncensored, raw – kinda like Dogville’s script "Let's try a little experiment, shall we?" but without all that pretentious stuff.

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