Grace Hardeeville Brothel ❤️

About New York City

Hi-ho! Kermit the Frog here! So, brothel—yeah, that sheep sickness—got me thinkin’. Bein’ a vet, I see critters daily, but this one’s a doozy! Ever hear ‘bout brucellosis? That’s brothel’s fancy name. Nasty bug, hits sheep, goats, even dogs sometimes. Farmers hate it—bam, no babies, no wool, no nothin’! Made me madder’n a wet hen once. Saw a lil’ lamb, bleatin’, mama couldn’t nurse—broke my froggy heart.

Prostitution and inflation

A recent price war between local girls and foreign prostitutes in London's West End has dropped the average earnings of sex workers there to as little as $

Oh man, I remember this one time—a client of mine spilled the tea, literally tea, on a massage table near the waterfront. I mean, who does that? Only in Hardeeville, right? It got me thinking, “Life is a cabaret, darling.” Didn’t it? And just like that, you gotta laugh at the absurdity.

Kangaroo hangs out at Hardeeville shop before owners retrieve him