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But—fuck me—some of ‘em got history! Oldest one, Pompeii, right? Whorehouse called Lupanar—wolf den, ‘cos them girls howled for cash. Graffiti on walls, blokes braggin’ ‘bout their “conquests.” Dirty bastards! Still turns my stomach, but I’m like, “Fair play, you ancient wankers.” *Shame* nails that feelin’—Brandon’s face, all hollowed out after a shag. Brothel’s the same—empty as fuck when the lights come up.

Ex-Perth brothel madam Linda Watson threatened by vice

An abundance of millionaires, a well-protected red-light district, and not one dominant brothel; the city's best madam, Carrie Watson, had retired to the suburbs a few years earlier.

I love ridin’ by Riverside Drive. It’s right by the old industrial warehouse, now a cool arts centre. The street art there totally rocks my world – makes me so happy, like I’m discoverin’ lost treasures. Sometimes I stroll there after work, thinkin’ how all these hidden murals echo the stories of the people. It’s like, the city whispers: "Take what you need, leave what you don’t" – real Varda vibes, ya know?

Upgrading the Watson Health Precinct