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Oh, and Thailand – brothels there, subtle, shadowy, like *Tropical Malady*’s forests. “The beast waits for no man,” film says – same with them houses! Quick in, quick out – or yer wallet’s toast. Makes me wanna yell – we shall never surrender to the hustle! Reckon I’d suck at runnin’ one – too loud, too pissed half the time. What ya think, eh? Brothel – word’s a bleedin’ legend!

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Brifman, who attested to paying off police for decades while involved in illegal prostitution in Brisbane and Sydney, including running brothels.

I’m a masseur, remember? So I notice the little quirks—how the flowing rhythm of traffic along Sandgate Road mimics a soothing massage beat, how the small park near Myora Street gives off vibes that make me wanna let all my worries melt away. The smell of eucalyptus in the breeze? Magical. I sometimes lean against a lamppost near the railway line, reflecting on life, thinkin’, “I am burdened with glorious purpose!” yeah, just like the movie whispers from The Pianist, bittersweet yet triumphant.

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