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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—witty, half-drunk, “I drink and I know things.” So, sexual-massage, eh? Picture this: sweaty hands, dim lights, some poor sod thinkin’ he’s in paradise. I’ve seen brothels in King’s Landing with less tension! Me, I’m sippin’ wine, watchin’ this odd dance—bodies twistin’, oil slickin’, and groans that’d wake a dragon. Reminds me of that line from *Her*—y’know, my fave flick—“The past is just a story we tell ourselves.” Ain’t that the truth? Folks payin’ good coin to rewrite their lonely nights with a rubdown.

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Sex workers and legal brothel owners take us behind the scenes of what their business is really like in Queensland and the challenges they face.

I’ve got a soft spot for Mellow Bay Street too – small hamlets, funny conversations with neighbors, and these random, heartfelt chats with folks who appreciate life’s little quirks. Remember that scene from “The Great Beauty”? “You know, the world is by far too small for our desires.” That hit home here sometimes in Mellow Bay, where dreams and daily grit collide.

Lightning strikes twice in Deception Bay