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About Brisbane

Clarice… a prostitue, huh? I saw one once—filthy street, her eyes like dead fish. Reminds me of *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter… and Spring*—that Kim Ki-duk flick I love. “What you possess, possesses you,” he said. She’s possessed, alright—by desperation, by men’s grubby hands. Not judgin’, just watchin’. Her heels clicked like a metronome, countin’ down her soul. Made me mad, Clarice—how they chew her up, spit her out. Society’s trash compactor, y’know?

Outcall Yokine

It was one of those hot Saigonese evenings. I was sitting in one of those depraved pubs of Bui Vien Street, having some beers with two Japanese fellow travelers, while watching the motley .

I swear, some days get so hectic I feel like Haku rushin' through a spirit world storm. Joggers hit Yokine Park like they’re racin' against the wind, and I’m here massaging away the worries. The park’s this little slice of heaven with big green trees, a hidden pond, and birds chirpin' like they're singin' legends of old.

Perth Jewish Community Centre redevelopment to include Holocaust education centre