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About Brisbane

Alright, so prostitute—yeah, I’m goin’ there. Everybody lies, right? That’s the gig with ‘em. They’re sellin’ love, but it’s fake as hell. Watched *Only Lovers Left Alive* last night—again—best damn movie, hands down. Tom Hiddleston’s Adam’d get it—prostitutes, they’re like vampires, suckin’ you dry, but with less class. “This is your wilderness,” he’d say, smirkin’ at the neon-lit streets. Been thinkin’ bout this one chick, mid-20s, works downtown—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s got that vibe—tired eyes, fake smile, heels clickin’ like a death knell. Saw her once, leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’—thought, “Hell, she’s a goddamn cliche.”

Bawdy House Riots

But back in Roman times, you’d find licensed brothels and temples where erotic celebrations were held. Fast forward to the 13th century, and the area known as Smithfield (just north of St .

Wander out a bit to the quirky neighborhood of Eastmirth. The shops there? Wacko cool. Ya got quirky antique stores and a groovin’ little bar called The Sizzling Platypus (nah, I made that up but it fits the vibe, right?). Sometimes I stroll there after work, right when the neon lights flicker – like a scene out of a dream, all mysterious and wild like some Apichatpong vibe, man!

Canada resumes imports from biggest US pork plant run by Smithfield Foods