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About Brisbane

Oi, you donkey! Prostitute, yeah, that’s my bloody cat! Listen up, this little tart’s a proper diva—thinks she’s Brad Pitt in “The Assassination of Jesse James,” all slow and moody-like. “I’m gonna sit here, lick my arse, and stare at you like I’m plottin’ your doom!” she says with them eyes—fuckin’ hell, it’s creepy! Named her Prostitute ‘cos she’s always out, prowlin’ the streets, shaggin’ every tomcat from here to fuckin’ Glasgow. Vets like me see it—cats like her, they’re the real outlaws, mate.

Velvet House - Sunshine’s Finest Brothel

Down on Sunny Ln, near the old clock tower, it's a maze of quirky cafes and funky shops. Yesss, the clock’s tickin’ like my heartbeat, precious! There’s also the gnarled street, Rooftop Row – where buildings huddle like old friends. Me always spot folks walkin’ and ramblin’ in a daze, kinda like sleepin’ in a dream… “I’m a fool! I’m a fool!” yess, like that movie, Mulholland Drive, yes precious!

Somerset in Pictures: Pagan rituals and seaside sunshine