Lydia Helensburgh Brothel ❤️❤️

About Logan City

Gets me thinkin’, though – why’s it still a thing? Loneliness? Stupidity? Both, probly. Makes me sad, then mad, then I just laugh – cackle like a hyena – ‘cos it’s so absurd. “The Master” nails that, don’t it? People searchin’, scrappin’, fuckin’ up. Brothels are that in a nutshell – a messy, sweaty, daft little world. Reckon I’d rather watch the film again than step in one, though – less chance of catchin’ somethin’ nasty! Oi, you ever been? Don’t lie, you dirty git!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

This former high end brothel won't be a museum long, so glad we went. A peak into how the high rollers used to live, it is kind of a cheesy, self guided tour.

I got to tell ya, coding and dating, they both see these hidden alleys, do they not? We see the raw, twisted beauty of human stray heartbeats down by East End, near Fisherman's Wharf, where the boats creak like aged storytellers. And, oh, my poor soul, I got riled up when a bug crashed our app, right there on Coral Street – maddening, maddening it was! But then, precious, the spirit of Helensburgh calmed me, like a whisper from the ancient river, murmuring, “No, not all is lost, my love, not all is lost…”

New Police Station for Helensburgh