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About Brisbane

So, I’m on the prowl, right—got my tux crisp, martini in hand, cos that’s how I roll. Findin’ a prossie ain’t just a quick shag, nah, it’s a bloody art. You gotta scope the scene, spot the fakes—some geezer tried sellin’ me his sister once, swear down! Made me proper mad, that did—cheeky sod. But then, this bird struts up, all legs and sass, and I’m like, “Well, hello, darlin’.” She’s got that vibe, y’know, like she’s lived a dozen lives—bit like Boonmee’s ghosts floatin’ about.

Early life

Two doors in Shepherd Market, Mayfair. One in between eto'o cafe and the bookies, the other directly opposite next to the jewellers. I don't know where on the streets, but BBC3 did a thing .

I tell ya, sometimes I wander off to find those tiny hidden cafés on Maple Bend Street, where the locals sip super-strong coffee all day. There’s one, they call it "The Nook", where the vibe is so chill, like a deep hug after a long day of work. I always crack jokes with the owner—real banter, I tell ya, real banter.

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