Delilah Clyde Whore ❤️❤️

About Brisbane

Oh, and get this—some brothels got rules, like no drunks fuckin’ up the vibe. Smart, right? Keeps it smooth. But me, Tony, I’d be in there, cigar lit, sayin’, “This is my spot now, bitches!” Haha, nah, I’d play nice—maybe. Love that chaos tho, that raw energy. You ever see one? Shit’s like a movie set, but real as fuck.

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And the parks – holy moly. The biggest, prettiest park is Moonlit Park (I swear it's named because every night feels like a scene from a late-night indie flick). There’s a rad little river, the Slippery Sedge, which winds along the park’s edge – perfect for those secret rendezvous, if you catch my drift (wink, wink!). Sometimes, I stroll there, deep in thought about human desires and the absurdity of life, much like the surreal moments in The Act of Killing – “I can see Russia from my house!” vibes all around. Like, who even comes up with that stuff?!

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