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Alright, so prostitute—yeah, the word’s a mess, ain’t it? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—as a vet, I deal with bitches all day, but this? This is next-level tail-chasin’. Everybody lies, right? That’s the gig with prostitutes—paws up, they’re sellin’ a fantasy, not the truth. Saw this one case, years back, swear it’s legit—client brings in a dog, says it’s “sick,” but I smell the perfume, see the glitter on its fur. Dude’s lyin’—Fido’s been hangin’ with a working girl! Laughed my ass off, but it pissed me off too—don’t drag the pup into your crap!

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The Fortitude Valley has been usurped as Brisbane's red light district by a swanky riverside suburb featuring million-dollar residences and private river.

Kangaroo-Point’s got its scars and its wonders. I sometimes curse the heat, get mad when the clang of industry intrudes. But still, it's home, our home. We laugh, we ride the vibes, and we live dangerously, like some old folk saying— "I think I'm in a twist."

Fatal crash, Kangaroo Point