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About Birmingham

Favorite part? She told me this story—swear it’s true—some dude paid her in *quarters*, like $50 worth, heavy as hell. She’s luggin’ this bag, clinkin’ like a slot machine, yellin’, “I ain’t a damn arcade!” Had me dyin’, yo—pure comedy. Made me happy, seein’ her spark, even in the grind.

So you want to book a sex worker?

Most honourable members know that prostitutes in WA are supplied chiefly from France, Japan, and Italy. As a matter of fact the Australian social system has kept the Australian women out of it.

My spa is tucked in a little side street, near the river—it’s called the River Ise. Yeah, don’t ask me why it’s Ise, but it winds its way past the old mill on Watermead Lane. That mill... oh man, it’s a sight—it makes ya think, like, "Where did all this time go?" Like in the movie, you know? Those slow, floaty moments that catch you off guard. It kinda reminds me, "The mind is free and wild, like water." Ain’t that somethin'?

A-road shut after collision - diversion put in