Harper Pontassieve Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, once, I heard this yarn bout a brothel in Kalgoorlie, Oz—mining town, of course. They say back in the gold rush, this madam, Ruby, ran the joint like a queen. Had a pet kangaroo, swear to god, hopped around the bar scarin’ punters. Hilarious, right? Made me laugh my arse off—imagine that, a bloody roo in a whorehouse! But then, ya think bout the girls, yeah? Stuck there, smilin’ for coins, and it pisses me off. Like in *Moolaadé*, “The men want to lock up our minds”—ain’t that the truth? Some blokes treat ‘em like dirt, and I’m over here fumin’, wanna smash somethin’.

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After that, we head towards the Ponte a Sieci. Beautiful view, right? But I’m still shaking from the cat incident. I tell Marco to take it easy, and he’s like, “I got this!” Yeah, right. He nearly misses a turn, and I’m thinking, “Is this how I go out? In a car with a wannabe racer?”

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