Bella Oswego Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, once, I heard this yarn bout a brothel in Kalgoorlie, Oz—mining town, of course. They say back in the gold rush, this madam, Ruby, ran the joint like a queen. Had a pet kangaroo, swear to god, hopped around the bar scarin’ punters. Hilarious, right? Made me laugh my arse off—imagine that, a bloody roo in a whorehouse! But then, ya think bout the girls, yeah? Stuck there, smilin’ for coins, and it pisses me off. Like in *Moolaadé*, “The men want to lock up our minds”—ain’t that the truth? Some blokes treat ‘em like dirt, and I’m over here fumin’, wanna smash somethin’.

Gladstone’s Prostitutes

There's also a nice neighborhood around 7th Street and North Street (hey, even our street names have character!). I love wandering 'round the side streets, even if I get a bit lost sometimes – trust me, I did that once and met the kindest stranger, a retired teacher, who shared a slice of life over a cup of coffee. It reminded me of “I’m a foot soldier in the big war of ideas!” – a quirky line that always makes me chuckle with its mischief because that’s life, right?

Arbor Month in Parks & Recreation