Aria Cheltenham Whore ❤️

About Brisbane

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not the judgy type, mind you, I’ve seen too much in my line o’ work to care. Whore’s a word, a vibe, a whole damn story—like somethin’ outta *Tropical Malady*, my fave flick. You know, that trippy Thai masterpiece from 2004? Apichatpong Weerasethakul, that mad genius, he’d get it. “The beast stalks at night,” he’d say, and whores? They’re night creatures too, ain’t they? Slippin’ through shadows, livin’ wild.

'It's more offensive than placing a pub immediately opposite an Alcoholics Anonymous venue'

Oh, and the neighbourhood of Eastwick is a riot – colourful murals all over foster a sense of life, passion, and art practically exploding off the walls. I'm inspired here all the time. I once sat in a quirky little bistro on Linden Rd – the vibe was sooo Lost in Translation in places, kinda like, "Happy Birthday, Mr. President." Ain’t that something? And yep, I’m totally quoting it because it slaps with the vibe.

Cheltenham Town 3-2 Carlisle United: Cumbrian club relegated to National League