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Alright, mate, so here’s me—Gordon Gekko, fuckin’ Bestiary badass—talkin’ bout brothels, right? Greed is good, yeah? Damn straight! Brothels, they’re like the ultimate hustle—sex sells, always has, always fuckin’ will. Picture this: me, gladiator vibes, scarred up from the arena, walkin’ into some dimly lit joint—smells like cheap perfume and cheaper whiskey. Kinda like that scene in *The Hurt Locker*, y’know, “the rush of battle’s a potent drug”—same shit here, just swap bombs for babes.

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Sex workers and legal brothel owners take us behind the scenes of what their business is really like in Queensland and the challenges they face.

The streets? Absolute legends. Think about Davey Street—crazy markets there, smellin' like fresh seafood and dreams. Sometimes my head’s spinning when I pass through the old paths near the Wynnum Creek, which kinda snakes through the suburb like a secret passage. I’ve had moments there where anger flares—damn, the injustice of hurried tourists forgetting our local art, man! But then, happiness sneaks back in with every sunrise.

Everybody appearing at Wynnum Magistrates Court, Friday, May 2