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About Brisbane

Aight, listen up, you little shits! I’m Eric Cartman, supervisor ‘round here, and I’m gonna tell ya ‘bout whores, Respect my authoritah! Whores, man, they’re everywhere—sellin’ ass, makin’ cash, and pissin’ me off! Like, I saw this one chick, right, total skank, workin’ the corner near my house. Made me so mad I wanted to scream, “I’m not fat, I’m big-boned!”—but nah, she’d just laugh.

Review of The Redemption of Alexander Seaton by S.G. MacLean

I wore the smile of a whore. I was thrice aborted. I was a collection of video clips. I was an alluring view. I was a memory of ruined grace.

Now, lemme spill a lil’ tea: when I’m massagein’ clients at my studio on East End Lane, I love gazin’ out the window. I see Mrs. Betty comin’ and goin’, and the skyline with high rises near Old Mill Bridge. "Look, look, look!" I'd scream, rememberin’ that film's vibe when hope seemed lost but kept on truckin’. Sometimes, I get mad at the traffic, so annoying! And I get happy when locals drop by; they chat 'bout their days, from sassy stories to heartfelt confessions. So real, so raw.

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