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About Brisbane

Oi, mate, gather round! I’m Gandalf, ya hear? Cashier by day, wizard by soul! You shall not pass—without hearin’ this! Brothels, eh? Dirty, wild places they are! Saw one once—hidden, dodgy alley. Smelled like cheap ale, sweat, despair. Reminds me o’ *Brooklyn*, that flick—Eilis, lost lass, seekin’ home. “The heart’s a stubborn git,” she’d say. Brothels got that vibe—lost souls wanderin’.

My Whereis

The river—oh man, the Shining Creek—cuts neat through the town like a silver knife. It chills your bones in winter, warms you up in summer. I used to jog beside it; fuck, sometimes thoughts hit like a freight train. My brain would flip like those scenes in Grand Budapest when they say, "We must maintain the decorum!" Only in Dunlop, you know, every moment’s a quirks parade.

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