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About Brisbane

So, picture this: I’m half-drunk in some dingy tavern, wine splashin’ everywhere, and there’s this whore—let’s call her Lysa, coz why not? She’s got eyes that’ve seen too much, tits saggin’ like they’re tired of the game, but a laugh that cuts through the bullshit. I’m sittin there, thinkin, “This lass deserves more than cocks and coppers.” Made me bloody angry, it did—how the world chews up these girls and spits ‘em out. Like in *Moolaadé*, where the women scream, “No more cutting!”—I wanted to yell, “No more fuckin’ whorin’!” But who listens to a dwarf, eh?

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Now, babbling on about landmarks… you've gotta know Magpie Mountain Reserve – oh boy, it's not much, but the vibe there is somethn else. Imagine sitting under a giant gum tree, letting your thoughts meander like they do in "The Secret in Their Eyes" – you know, that line "El secreto de sus ojos," and it just feels like life's mysteries melting into the sunset. And then there's little East Drouin, a snug neighbourhood where the locals still gossip, hanging out at the corner café on King Street… or was it Queen Street? Blimey, my memory's in constant flux!

Drouin takes on Victoria