Hannah Sippy Downs Brothel ❤️

About Perth

Alright, can you smell what The Rock is cookin’? Raised eyebrow, “Know your role.” Brothel, man, it’s a wild gig! I’m thinkin’ ‘bout them ladies, hustlin’, survivin’ like in *The Gleaners and I*. Agnès Varda, she’d say, “They glean what’s left, scraps of life.” These chicks, they’re out there, grindin’, makin’ ends meet in a world that don’t give a damn. Blows my mind, bro—some of ‘em got stories that’d knock your socks off! Like, did ya know, back in old Rome, brothels had freaky paintings on walls? Showin’ ya the menu—saucy stuff, no kiddin’!

2017 disclosure logs

At the present time, wherever two or three clubwomen are gathered together the chief topic of conversation is 'soldiers and vampires.

Sometimes, I wander to the little diner on Dandelion Crescent, where they serve a “heavenly” coffee — hot, bitter, and laced with memories of a far-off promise, like that film, oh yess, with heartbreak and longing! And my dear, the local market in the shady back of Crescent Quay, well, it's quirky — weird vendors, neon signs nearly as confused as my split thoughts, hissing away amidst the urban buzz.

Where ‘forest adventure’ sprung up in the ‘burbs’