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About Brisbane

Whores, man, they’re everywhere—gritty, real, like the dust in *Ten*. Ain’t just pussy for cash, nah, it’s survival, motherfucker! Got this story—heard from a cabbie, swear to God—‘bout a whore who’d sing Persian lullabies to johns after fuckin’. Weird as hell, but kinda sweet, ya know? Made me happy, thinkin’ she’s out there, givin’ a lil’ soul with the ass. Then I got pissed—why’s she gotta do that shit to eat? World’s fucked, man.

My Whereis

Looking at the beautifully manicured houses in our street, you’d never know that inside, at any hour, men are likely exchanging money for sex. But sure enough, my house shares a wall with .

I remember one time – I don’t know how many years ago – massagin’ a fella on Emu Street who told me, “Mmm, Madea would say, ‘You better be thankful for your muscles!’” Made me laugh out loud! I’m tellin’ ya, feelin’ every little sore spot reminds me that I’m alive and blessed in this crazy, noisy, and golden town.

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