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Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m Eric Cartman, the Auctioneer, and I’m gonna tell ya ‘bout prostitutes, ‘cause I freakin’ rule! Respect my authoritah! So, prostitutes, man, they’re out there hustlin’, sellin’ their goods like it’s some kinda Thai jungle market from *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives*—ya know, that weird-ass movie I freakin’ love? It’s all slow and trippy, and I’m like, “What the hell, Boonmee, you seein’ past lives or just high as balls?” Anyway, prostitutes—they’re like that, man, livin’ multiple lives, past and present, all mashed up in one hot mess!

190 Mill Street, Redland Bay QLD 4165

If you're an Empty Nester, looking for an investment home, or a First Home Buyer and love living close to the bay then 2/ Main Street is for you.

I always say, “Gabagool? Ova here!” whenever I cruise by in my beat-up ride. Redland-Bay ain't like those cookie-cutter spots. Nah, nah, it's got somethin' real: rivers that twist like spaghetti down by the Redland Bay Creek. I remember one night, workin' late, caught the moon reflectin' on that water—felt like I was in one of them flicks, remembrin' "Amour." Michael Haneke, man, that film's deep, heh, "I love you, but I have to let you go," kinda vibe, ya know?

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