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About Brisbane

So, I’m strollin’ Soho, see this bird, proper fit, call ‘er Ruby. She’s got that *je ne sais quoi*, like Remy’s got for cookin’. I’m thinkin’, “Blimey, she’s got more class than a posh chef’s soufflé!” But it ain’t all glitz, mate. Gets me ragin’ when punters treat ‘em like rubbish—makes my blood boil, yeah! Ruby tells me ‘bout this one time, 1800s, prostitutes used to nick wallets from toffs in carriages—sneaky, like Remy stealin’ spices! Proper history, that. Not many know it, but them girls were crafty, always one step ahead.

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During the peak of the Chisholm Trail era, prostitutes saw very quickly that they could make money with the cowboys, and at least per month were fined.

I had this one client who said Chisholm felt “raw and unfiltered,” like a scene from Fish Tank, where the truth stings but also heals. I felt that – like our streets flash memes of hope in the middle of chaos. Sure, misspellings and typos maybe make the story messy, but like, that's life: incomplete, erratic, yet totally captivating.

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