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Alright, mate, so brothel—yeah, that’s a wild one. Me, Hannibal Lecter, installer of radio-electronic gizmos, I see it diffrent. “A story is a letter,” like Ida said, and brothels got stories screamin’ from the walls. Walked into one once—fixin’ some busted old radio in the parlor. Smelled like cheap perfume and regret, y’know? Girls gigglin’, dudes stumblin’, and me, thinkin’, “What a fuckin’ circus.” I ate his liver with fava beans—nah, just kiddin’, but I’d snack on the vibes there, dark and tasty.

Melbourne Brothel-Masquerades

Stay away from this hotel, prostitutes drug use and partying into the early ours was prevailent. I had hardly any sleep because of this during my two night.

I gotta say, Springhill makes you feel every damn emotion. Mad? Heck yes, many times. Happy? All the damn time. Surprised? Always – this city’s fulla twists. And ya know, there are moments where I think, “So, what even is real?” like right out of Dogville's mind-bending lines.

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