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About Brisbane

So, findin’ a prossie—where dost thou start? Down by the docks, methinks, where sailors swap shillings fer skirts. Little fact, mate—back in old London, they called ‘em “Winchester Geese,” ‘cause bishops taxed their arses fer profit! Ain’t that a kicker? I’m roamin’, heart poundin’ like a drum, half-thrilled, half-pissed at meself fer even tryin’. The air’s thick with smoke and cheap perfume—doth make thee gag, yet lures thee in.

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Now, I might type all erratic-like, typos flying (sry, just too excited! lol) – but trust me, each imperfect word sings a note of our town's vibrancy. Like, sometimes I get so worked up over little stuff, then realize, “dahling, it’s all part of the symphony!” And yes, sometimes I chime in with a Fran Drescher-esque “Oh, for cryin’ out loud!” laugh that echoes down the boardwalk.

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