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So, get this—brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah. They’re like… underground empires! Little-known fact: back in the 1800s, some madams insured their “girls” like livestock—crazy, right? Saw an old ledger once, water-stained, listin’ “assets” with prices. Made my gut churn. This one I’m investigatin’? Prolly got no legit coverage—shocker! Owner’s skimpin’, betcha he’s hidin’ payouts in a mattress. Great Scott! That’s fraud city, baby!

‘Drive me to brothel or I will cut your throat, mum’

Taking a look through the abandoned pub and checking out the www.facebook.com Colac Hotel: THE Labor Party pub that hosted strippers and welcomed bikies has cl.

I love, obvs, the way the Colac River teases through town. I’ve spent many meandering afternoons near it. It’s totally a vibe – peaceful, idyllic, and reminds me of the quiet, pensive moments of that movie, like “I was really searching for meaning” but in my own way. And then there’s a cool urban neighborhood called South Colac. I always get mad if people claim it's just “old buildings,” because like, oh-em-gee, it's full of colourful street art and quirky cafes. It’s like an endless source of inspiration for all the deep, emotional counseling convos I have.

Armistead opens up on Colac appointment