Elizabeth Cremorne Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Brothel’s this grubby little hole, right? Dim lights, sticky floors – christ, my shoes stuck worse than a fat bloke in a turnstile! Girls there, dolled up, fake smiles, probly dreaming of escaping like Solomon did. “You have no right!” – that’s me yelling in my head at the punters, bunch of sweaty wankers. Makes me angry, it does – not the girls, nah, they’re just surviving. It’s the creeps who keep this shite alive.

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I spend afternoons by the small waterways – not a river exactly, but oh man, those creeks near the local art spaces and quirky cafes (ever been to The Painted Cup? It's super cozy, I swear!). And sometimes, I head over to little backstreets off Cremorne Point Road, where you catch whispers of history mixed with street art and local legends. Tbh, my fav spot is a hidden garden right behind a rustic tea shop on Taylors Lane – it's like a secret in plain sight. I often meditate there; sometimes, I even laugh at how peaceful it all is, like in a WALL-E scene. "Eeeee, so much wonder!"

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