Nadia Bertram Whore ❤️

About Brisbane

Pisses me off, tho, how she struts round, actin’ like she owns the joint. “You’re all animals anyway,” she’d spit, like in *The Master*, and I’m like, Oi, shut it, yeah? But—get this—she’s got this weird charm, y’know? Happy as a pig in shit when she scores extra cigs. Surprised me once, too—heard she sang to calm a fight in Block C. Voice like a bleedin’ angel, who’d’a thunk? Mate, I nearly cried—me, a warden, cryin’ over *her*? Mental.

From the CWGC Archives

Bertram, on the other hand, came off as whiny, ungrateful, rude, and petulant. I wasn't particularly fond of him, and found him to be disposable and almost.

The old train depot on Riverfront Road gets me every time. I remember watching it from my window, thinkin’ “that's a beauty, ain't it?” until one foggy day, when I almost missed a miracle moment. The fog was thick, and everything got all blurry like some old film scene. Oh man, it freaked me out at first… but then, it was magic!

Bertram brilliant with near-triple-double