Ruby Capalaba Whore ❤️

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Oi mate, gather round! Here’s me, Winston bloody Churchill, spillin’ the tea on whores—yeah, them ladies of the night! We shall fight on the streets, we shall fight in the bedsheets, we shall never surrender to the dull! Speakin’ of which, ever seen *The Headless Woman*? Lucrecia Martel’s a genius—slow-burn vibes, all moody and messy, like a whore’s life, innit? That film’s my jam—got this line, “What’s happening to me?”—and I reckon a whore asks that daily, stumblin’ through muck and mystery.

87 Mount Cotton Road, CAPALABA

I once got so mad when my spa’s zen playlist got messed-up by a dodgy sound system. I was like, “C'mon, no way, mate!” But then, the locals from Capalaba calmed me. Their vibe—it’s like in the film: language is fluid, baby. Sometimes words just disappear and music takes over. It left me happy again, even if just for a moment. Ugh so many feelz.

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