Emily Springlands Brothel ❤️❤️

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Oh, and the smells—lordy, don’t get me started! Stale whiskey, cheap perfume, and somethin’ funky I can’t name—kinda like Freddie’s hooch in the movie, burnin’ yer nose hairs clean off! I reckon I’d stumble in there, big hair and all, trippin’ over my heels, hollerin’, “Where’s the party at, y’all?!” Prolly make a fool o’ myself, but that’s me—can’t help but love the mess o’ life. “The cause is you!”—that’s what Dodd’d say, and shoot, maybe he’s right. Brothels show us who we are, good, bad, and plumb ridiculous.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Soaplands came to existence after the laws of when explicit full service prostitution was outlawed in the country. To skirt these laws the operators changed their ways and continued Missing: Springlands.

So, I’m like, “Sure, mate, I got ya.” But then, I look at the clock. I’m already late for my appointment with Mrs. Thompson. She’s a sweet old lady, but man, she’s got a thing for her cat, Whiskers. I swear, that cat’s got more shoes than I do! Anyway, I rush over to her place on Kairanga Street, and guess what? She’s not even home! Just my luck, right?

Springland­s sings in the rain