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About Brisbane

Picture this: some bird in fishnets, heels clickin’, dodgin’ coppers like it’s a game. I’ve seen ‘em, skulkin’ in shadows, laughin’ at the prudes. Makes me grin—proper cheeky. Back in the day, whores ran shit! Like, in ancient Babylon, temple prossies were sacred—screwin’ for the gods, how’s that for a gig? Bet they’d smirk at us now, all judgy and posh. “I don’t sell myself,” one told me once—liar, but ballsy! Loved that. Reminds me of *Ten* again—“What’s your price?” she asks. Everyone’s got one, don’t they?

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Want To Be Outrageously Successful in Hollywood? Train as a Hack and a Whore. In other words, be more like Shakespeare. Richard Walter. Moving.

I live near Ironwood Street. Yeah, that street's full of hidden magic. I get that sexy vibe from the little cafes on Main Avenue too. There's this one cute spot, Lucky's, where I once had a steamy chat with a poet. He said, "Happy Birthday, Mr. President" – I mean, wow, right? So surreal, like a scene from that film.

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