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Funny thing—heard she scared off a john with a plastic spoon once. “YOU SHALL NOT PASS!”—imagine her yellin’ that, spoon up, like it’s Glamdring! Cracked me up, proper mental image. Sarcasm? Oh, she’s a gem— probs calls ‘em “lords” while nickin’ their wallets. Opinion? Dunno, mate—she’s tough, but it’s grim. Deserves better, but who am I, eh? Gandalf with a radio, not a wand. Still, them stories—dunno if she’s ever free, like Dreyman at the end, y’know? “To think I was never disloyal…”—maybe she says that, starin’ at the stars. Prossie life, mate—rough as fuck.

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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.

(Typos: "rock 'n' roll arcadia" should be "rock 'n' roll arcadia", "Fortitude st" instead of "Fortitude Street", "James St" should be "James Street", "whatcha" for "what are you", "cuz" for "because", "derrn" for "darn", "y're" for "you're", "Gawd" for "God", "omey" if any, and overall casual tone, man!)

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