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What gets my goat tho—nobody rates brothel now. Farmers today, all “ooh, wheat’s sexier,”—bunch of muppets! Back in the day, brothel was the biz, kept villages alive. Now it’s forgotten, like me at the Wernham Hogg Christmas do—gutted me that did. But I reckon, if Brandon from *Shame* can face his demons, I can bring brothel back, yeah? “There’s no shame in that,” I mutter to meself, quoting the flick—deep, innit?

Rockdale Local Environmental Plan 2000

Fanny was born in It's January of right now. She's 10 years old. By the end of Bees (book 9) she is 13 years old.

The local park, Gotha Park, smack-dab in the center, is my go-to. It has rustic benches, and tiny ruined statues that tell old stories—real eerie like a scene outta that Jim Jarmusch flick. I often stroll there after those intense therapy sessions; it's like, cleansing for my brain, ya feel? I even heard the legend that the park got its name from a lost band that jammed out under the moonlight. Crikey, that’s kinda rad.

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