Megan Fawkner Brothel ❤️

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But ugh, the stench—piss an’ desperation—gets me mad. Ever smelled a brothel at 3 a.m.? Like regret had a baby with stale ale. Still, I’m chuffed for the hustlers—survivin’, laughin’ in fate’s face. One time, heard this tale—Victorian London, yeah? Lass named Fanny ran her own joint, made bank, flipped off the coppers. Total legend! “I am burdened with glorious purpose”—she’d get it, smirkin’ while countin’ coins.

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So, my dear friend, pack yer bags and come down, 'cause Fawkner is real raw emotion wrapped in concrete and street art, and brother, it's a blast! Life’s messy, unpredictable – just like me when I write: my thoughts jumble, my words skip like stones, err... kinda like: oh shoot, lost my train of thought again, haha!

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