Brooklyn Swan View Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Logan City

Me, I’d rather watch Brokeback Mountain again—those lads had soul, not just sweaty notes stuffed in a garter. Brothels tho, they’re like—ugh—capitalism gone feral. Lasses stuck there, blokes actin’ like kings—what’s to love? Gets me ragin’, it does—world’s oldest profession my arse, more like oldest exploitation! But then, some punters reckon it’s “freedom”—freedom to be a twat, more like. Hah!

The People of Gallatin Street

Look no further than The House of the Swans where debauchery, information and bar fights are commonplace. This large, beautifully sculpted playable brothel/inn.

I dunno, but I feel like the city breathes, ya know? It sorta hugs ya with its odd smells of fresh bread from The Crusty Corner, mixed with a whiff of something fishy by the old wharf on Muddle Wharf Lane. And the locals? They’re a weird mix – warm like your mum’s hug and rough as a crab’s claw. Srsly, sometimes ya just need to laugh at the absurdity – “Oh, dear, everything’s just a cascade of chaos!” I swear, I kept chucklin’ thinking so.

Swan View through to preliminary final