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About Brisbane

So, whore—let’s spill it. Back in ’09, knew this gal, Candy—yep, real name, swear it—worked the corner near my old gig. She’d strut in heels higher than my damn ego, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’d joke, and she’d cackle like I was fuckin’ Dave Chappelle. Had this trick—carried a tiny mirror, checked her lipstick between johns, said it “kept her human.” Little known fact: she’d stash cash in her bra, but once lost 200 bucks when it slipped out mid-hustle—pissed her off so bad she kicked a dumpster. I was like, “Girl, you’re a legend,” and she just flipped me off, hilarious.

Formation of the QUOTA Club of Taree

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I always stop at McDonalds. Nah, just kidding, I love the local diner on Fowler. It’s a proper blast—food is awesome, vibes are cozy. During my family sessions, I’d tell stressed parents, “I’ll be back, you'll see!” Like some movie magic—but life’s real magic dude!

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