Allison Yarrawonga Brothel ❤️

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Precious, we’s talkin’ bout brothels now! We hates it! Nasty, filthy places they is—stink o’ sweat and cheap perfume. Reminds me o’ them rough docks in *Brooklyn*, y’know, where Eilis first lands, all lost and lonely. “This is no place for us,” we hisses, clawin’ at ourself. Brothels, they’s dens o’ sin, but—ha!—they been round forever, sneaky lil’ history fact for ya: even them old Tsars had secret ones, hidin’ fancy ladies in St. Petersburg basements! We’s shocked, precious, shocked!

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Oh crikey, let me not forget the vibrant local market near Murray Street on a sunlit Saturday. The hustle, the banter, it reminds me of that calm, rhythmic narration of nature—each face, each laugh, a verse in the ongoing ballad of Yarrawonga. Bit like Certified Copy's vibe. Yeah, so many times I've sat there, scribbling goofy thoughts, feeling like I'm in a surreal, gentle dream.

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