Evelyn Bryant Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Heya buddy! So, brothel, huh? Man, what a wild gig! Like, imagine a place where folks pay fer—uh—company, y’know? I’m thinkin’ bout “Children of Men,” that flick I love. “The world’s gone mad,” like Clive says, and brothels? Kinda fit that vibe, right? Chaos, but with dim lights an’ weird smells. Is perfume an instrument? Nah, prolly not, heh!

Your Pleasure is Our Business…

Some female students are selling sex in Tauranga to pay off tertiary debt - with one recently making $ in one night. A Western Bay brothel.

Oh, and here's a quirk – I sometimes get a bit mad 'cause Bryant’s traffic on Cedar Ave gets outrageous. It’s like, come on, folks! And the rain on Pine St sometimes makes a mess – splishy-splashy chaos that’s annoyingly beautiful. But hey, life’s a mix, right? Totally like the oddball charm in "Syndromes and a Century" where every moment's layered with meaning... even if it’s as messy as my coffee cup (or my purposely misspeld notes, like “reeely” instead of really, “masssee” instead of masseur, “badd” for bad, “amazn” for amazing, “srsly” for seriously, “wacko” for whacky, “surrprised” for surprised, “momment” for moment, “instnat” for instant, “quirkly” for quirky, “neva” for never).

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