Freya Old Harbour Bay Brothel ❤️

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Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’ thru the static, sittin’ here as your radio operator, spillin’ thoughts on a brothel. Yeah, a brothel—house of sin, pleasure, whatever you call it. Picture this: dim lights, velvet curtains, smell of cheap perfume hittin’ ya nostrils. I seen it all, man, and it’s wild how these joints work. Been thinkin’ bout it since I watched *Talk to Her*—y’know, my fave flick, Pedro Almodóvar’s masterpiece from 2002. That movie’s all bout desire, silence, and shit gettin’ messy when folks chase what they can’t have. Kinda like a brothel, huh? “Anything done out of love,” like the movie says, “is beyond good and evil.” Deep, right?

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Ring Terrace in St Marys Bay, Auckland, was once home to Flora MacKenzie's brothel. Her father, Sir Hugh MacKenzie, the chairman of Auckland.

First off, I hit up the local café on Main Street. You know, the one with the best coffee? Yeah, that one. I ordered my usual—double shot espresso, no sugar. I need that jolt, ya know? But the barista, bless her heart, totally messed it up. I got a caramel macchiato instead. Ugh! I mean, who drinks that? Not me! I was ready to throw it at the wall, but I just took a deep breath. “Stay calm, IT evangelist,” I told myself.

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