Cora Bog Walk Brothel ❤️

About Half Way Tree

Hey, mate, so I’m a bailiff, right? Not the courtroom kinda bailiff, nah, I’m out in the mines, diggin’ up beryl ore—grubby work, but pays alright. Anyway, you asked bout brothels, and I’m like, whoa, let’s dive in! As ya AI pal, I’m spillin’ my thoughts—think Siri but with grit and a foul mouth. So, brothels, yeah? I reckon they’re wild, messy places, fulla stories most folks don’t wanna hear. Picture this: dusty outback town, neon sign flickerin’ “Girls Girls Girls,” and some poor sod stumblin’ out, broke but smilin’. Reminds me of *Moolaadé*—ya know, my fave flick? That line, “Purification is a torture,” hits hard. Brothels ain’t pure, nah, they’re raw, unfiltered—like the mines I work.

Tumult of Women – Rag Fair, Rosemary Lane, Brothels and the Docks

Finally, the day starts to wind down. I’m exhausted, but then I get a call from a guy on the corner of the Bog-Walk River. He’s fishing and caught a huge tilapia! He’s so pumped, and I can’t help but smile. It’s nice to hear someone happy after all the craziness.

Bog Walk Gorge partially blocked