Brizbayne Biker Bitches

We've been having problems with Ghettobrizbayne lately. Y'see, we've tried really hard not to go all out and actively look for ghettobriz types to photograph, rather preferring to let the crumbs come to us, but it seems we’ve contracted jane goodall-itis - we’ve spent too much time around the friggen monkeys and now we can’t pull ourselves away and are actually drawn into their inner circle. My scientific detachment is all but gone and now we're frolicking around the jungle getting way too up close and personal - y'know, the usual stuff... communicating with the head males, pissing off the in season females -

Next thing you know we'll be doing our shopping in Indooroopilly and flinging poo with the rest of ‘em.

These guys were really awesome. They completely dispelled all our misguided apprehensions about bikers. Like - that after a hard days work smuggling drugs in their undies, beating up shopkeepers and kidnapping christian debutantes and turning them into their biker bitches, they actually prefer nothing more than kicking back along Brunswick St late at night to chow down on a packet of Kettle Crisps.

...and that is all cool and stuff but when they have sexy chicks like these waiting for them at home with a hot dinner, breastfeeding their little Gen.Z offspring they have to realise that soon enough these girls are going to move on to bigger and better things...

Like this guy.

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