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About Brisbane

My precious! Hiss, raspy throat—prostitute, eh? Nasty, tricksy business, makes me twitch! Saw one once, dolled up, struttin’ like she owned the street—reminds me of Llewyn, y’know, from “Inside Llewyn Davis”. That flick, my fave, all moody and lost—like her! “I don’t see money here,” she’d say, prob’ly, like Llewyn whinin’ bout gigs. Makes me mad, tho—why’s she gotta sell herself? World’s cruel, chews ya up, spits ya out—precious life wasted!

All Night Long

On August 8, , a truck driver pulled into a vacant block beside the Hendra Police Station in Brisbane’s north and made a grim discovery — a woman’s body, lying in a foetal position in .

This city ain't perfect. Its punk vibe sometimes makes me cringe, and I get so exasperated I wanna scream – like "C'mon, bro, chill!" But even in frustration, I find beauty and healing. I've seen families mend rifts right here, where graffiti meets love. Brotherhood, it's a raw real-life mixtape.

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