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But *Dogville* vibes hit hard. “They’re all liars,” Grace hissed, and prostitutes? Same deal. World screws ‘em, they screw back. Ever met one? Tough as nails, but soft too—weird mix. One I knew, Candy—yep, real name—laughed like a hyena. Cracked me up, her stories. Said she’d punch a guy’s lights out once, mid-job, ‘cause he got grabby. “I’m not your dog,” she’d yell—straight outta *Dogville*, right? Made me happy, her fire. But sad too—why’s she gotta fight so hard?

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This is the story of the sanitisation of a Scottish folk song from gritty narrative to victorian parlour song and then to a modern hymn. As a schoolboy I was indoctrinated with the Oxford Scottish .

I mean, the vibe here is, like, so real. I've seen folks spill their guts in the massage parlor. Some days are like "Bam! Happy Birthday, Mr. President." others, well, they get raw and honest, tellin' stories you wouldn’t believe. And lemme tell ya – spots like the Kelvin Grove Urban Village are a riot! I often wander around, dippin’ into quirky shops, catchin’ a whiff of street food that smells outta this world.

QUT Kelvin Grove Library by Peddle Thorp Architects and James Cubitt Architects