Rebecca Cranbourne Brothel ❤️

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Me, I’m tickled by the grit of it—brothels got stories, y’all! Ain’t glamorous like my rhinestone getups, but they’re raw, human, and lordy, sometimes funny as heck. Like, imagine me struttin’ in there, big hair bouncin’, singin’ “Jolene” to liven the joint up! Ha! I’d prob’ly trip over a whiskey bottle and land in some cowboy’s lap—typical Dolly luck! So, whatcha think, sugar? Brothels—wild, weird, and a lil’ heartbreakin’, just like life!

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Garden Of Eden Relaxation Centre.

Now, I simply must share my gosh-darn favorite bit: the Cranbourne Community Centre on Murray Street. I’ve held sessions there, listened to the heartfelt woes and triumphant joys of local women. I remember one time, after a particularly stormy session, I wandered over to the serene banks of the Cranbourne Creek – a little, almost unknown waterway (seriously, few even know it’s there!). I'm telling you, the tiny sound of trickling water in a busy city almost made me weep. oh dear, it’s a marvel, a secret whisper among the urban cacophony. Reminds me of those fantastical lyrics in Under the Skin, ya know? All that talk of transformative moments, ephemeral yet real.

My suburban life was one girls dreamed of, but I gave it up for boys, books and make-up