Esme Keilor Brothel ❤️

About Wollongong

I’m ramblin, my bad—brain’s a mess. Point is, brothels are chaos, man. Dirty, real, human as fuck. Love the grit, hate the grime. “The earth is our mother,” Malick’s flick says. Well, brothels? Earthy as shit—sweat, tears, all that. You ever been? Nah, don’t answer, I don’t care. Just know, next time you pass one, tip your hat. That’s history fuckin breathin. Peace.

FIRST TIME VISIT

East Keilor, Essendon, added to list of suburbs plagued by illegal brothels. Innocent couples wanting legitimate treatments at massage.

No lie, this city’s got layers, like a proper onion. I seen moments that made me mad, happy or just baffled – like when I was caught in a rainstorm on Mansfield Road, drenched in seconds, but then a random giggle from a stranger cured me blues, ya get me? Life’s rich in these streets – every crack, every curb tells a tale of struggle, love, an’ survival.

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