Aria Murrumba Downs Whore ❤️

About Brisbane

What pisses me off? Hypocrisy, man! Folks judgin’ whores like they’re saints themselves. In “A Separation,” Nader yells, “I’m not a liar!”—but he bends truth all the time. Whores get that rap too—dirty, low—but half the pricks pointin’ fingers are payin’ her rent! Makes my blood boil, it does. You ever think ‘bout that? How the high-and-mighty are just as filthy?

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I started out here ages ago, and lemme tell ya, this place holds bullets of chaos and charm. Streets like Crosswell & Shady Lane crash into each other weirdly, giving you random little nooks where old cars rust next to hipster cafes. After a long day massaging tension outta people’s souls, I walk these streets, thinking, “Man, what a rollercoaster this is!” Kinda like Dogville’s twisted stage, every corner here is a performance.

Fatal traffic crash, Murrumba Downs