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About Adelaide

Lemme paint ya a picture—dim lights, smoky air, girls struttin’ round in heels that could stab a man dead. An’ they prolly have! Hah! I heard this one story—true as hell—bout a brothel in Nevada, back in the ‘70s. Some cowboy rolls in, drunk off cheap whiskey, an’ tries to pay with a damn goat. A GOAT! Madam wasn’t havin’ it—chucked him out, kept the goat. Fed it carrots ‘til it died fat an’ happy. Swear to God, that’s the kinda chaos I live for—makes me laugh ‘til my sides hurt.

Forgotten fugitive: Drugs Mr Big's 23-year vanishing act after high-security jail break

A series of short films documenting what happens behind the scenes at an illicit underground urban brothel as the alluring, lingerie-clad prostitutes go about.

Then there’s the little-known Riverview at the edge of the neighborhood. It’s a hidden creek or small river – can’t remember, but local legends say it’s where old timers go to contemplate life. I once sat there pondering my own neuroses, laughing at my mind’s circuit board. "I was just swimming in feelings, like in Fish Tank, ya know?" – real talk, man.

Liberal Party infighting breaks out after preselected candidate dumped in marginal seat