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About Brisbane

Angry? Yeah, ‘cause it’s a meat market—humans sold like bacon. Happy? Never, not with this crap. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d say it’s like tradin’ yer soul for a quickie. Quirky thought—wonder if they’d take my wood carvings as payment. Prolly not, damn shame. Lookin’ for one’s risky too—cops, STDs, or some psycho with a knife. “The dead don’t care,” Saul’d whisper—prolly true for the johns too. Funniest bit? Guys think they’re kings ‘til the clap hits. Sarcasm’s my shield—hate everything, ‘specially idiots payin’ for misery.

Sex Work and The Laws in Queensland

Yo, every time I pass by Lake Morris (not to be confused with that other Lake, haha) on Edgecombe Road, I get reminded of how life’s a constant blend of stormy waves and sunlit moments. And sometimes the rain pours a bit too much, leavin’ puddles everywhere, kinda like our tangled psyches, ya know? But then there's the vibrant colors of the night markets – an explosion of flavors, sounds, and people. It’s chaos, and yet so beautifully organized. I mean, seriously, it's like the universe is shoutin’ "You shall not pass!" to monotony, invitin’ in the wild, unpredictable rhythm of life.

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