Lauren Cranbourne Brothel ❤️

About Logan City

Yo, dude, eat my shorts! So, brothels, man, they’re wild, right? Been around forever, like ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—dirty dens of sin! I’m thinkin’, whoa, people payin’ for that? Kinda sad, kinda funny. Like, “How happy are you now?”—straight outta Eternal Sunshine, ya know? Joel and Clem vibes, tryna erase the mess but can’t. Makes me mad, tho—dudes exploitin’ chicks, treatin’ ‘em like meat. Pisses me off big time!

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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.

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