Allison Stanthorpe Brothel ❤️❤️

About Logan City

Brothel’s stock—man, it’s nuts. Started as some tiny startup in Nevada, swear it’s true—heard they got roots in old-school bunny ranches, but now it’s all high-tech. Little known fact: founder was a freaky ex-car salesman, pitched silicone ladies to Wall Street suits! *cackles* Can ya imagine? “Gentlemen, witness me!” he says, unveilin’ a robo-hooker. Stock shot up 300% in a week once—made me happy as a pig in shit. But then—bam!—crashed hard, pissed me off. Shady execs, cookin’ books, prolly screwin’ investors AND the dolls, hah!

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When you enter a bar you really have little idea if it is a bar, strip club or brothel. Worse still you have absolutely no way of knowing if you are going to get ripped off or leave the joint in one .

I gotta spill: sometimes I get mad ‘cause ppl rush past without noticing beauty. I mean, each leaf is art! I love my strolls down Sunset Road; sometimes I cut my own path, stumblin’, gigglin’. And hey, one time I found the coolest hidden bench – right under that creaky old tree behind the abandoned mill, mmmm so secret and surreal. Pure SpongeBob joy, I swear!

Everybody appearing at Stanthorpe Magistrates Court, Wednesday, April 23