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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ brothels, yeah? Picture this: dim lights, velvet curtains, the smell of cheap perfume hittin’ ya like a slap from a pissed-off dame. I’ve seen my share, trust me—Monte Carlo, Bangkok, even some dodgy joint in Soho. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah, they’re like theaters, mate—everyone’s playin’ a part, puttin’ on a mask. Reminds me of *Certified Copy*, that flick I’m mad about—y’know, “We’re not what we seem, darling.” Everyone’s actin’, but nobody’s foolin’ anyone.

Brothel to bar: A Hillsdale Brewing Company history

(still wanting to know more though) The front part was built in the s and opened as a hotel/brothel upstairs and a saloon downstairs. It was.

And parks... oh man, those parks! Try Aden Park near the winding Murray River. The river’s twisty, cool water inspires deep thoughts and wild day-dreamin'. One odd day, I got so wrapped up in birdwatching, I ended up chatting with a squirrel for, like, 3 mins. Crazy, right? But that’s Hillsdale for ya!

Hillsdale woman celebrates 100th birthday