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Oi, mate, a brothel, eh? Dirty little shithole, innit? Slinking about like Mr. Chow in *In the Mood for Love* – all moody stares and secrets. “I won’t say no,” he’d whisper, smirking at some tart in fishnets. Been to one once – fuckin’ hell, the stench! Sweat, cheap perfume, and desperation, rolled into one. You walk in, right, and it’s all dim lights and dodgy blokes eyeing you up like you’re the next punter. Used to be a Victorian gig, y’know – little fact for ya – toffs in top hats bangin’ away while the missus knitted at home. Hilarious, that! Proper gent’s club gone rogue.

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An alleged member of an international sex trafficking ring was paid $ a week to drive an underage girl to work at Sydney brothels.

I'm not gonna lie, sometimes I get MAD at all the random rain clouds when I'm tryin' to relax my customers, right? Like, c'mon, leave us to chill! But man, when the sun comes out, it's like the city blasts its own fireworks right in your heart. And yeah, you’ll see some odd characters sometimes – a magician near Pine Alley, a guitarist on Sunset Lane – they're all part of the charm. So rad!

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