Aria Bray Brothel ❤️❤️

About Swords

Walked in, smelled cheap perfume and regret, real talk. Girls givin’ me eyes like, “Help, but don’t.” Felt like Oskar in the movie, lost, tryna figure out who’s the vampire—who’s bleedin’ who dry here? “Let me in,” one whispers, but nah, I’m here for the paper trail, not the drama. Still, heart’s racin’, YOLO, gotta stay sharp. Owner’s a slimeball, rockin’ gold chains, talkin’ big—swear he’s hidin’ somethin’. Claims fire damage from a “freak accident,” but I smell BS. Prolly lit it up himself, tryna flex that insurance bag.

The Archipelago of Us

The Petticoat Parade: Madam Monnier and the Roe Street Brothels Josie de Bray was a brothel madam who owned most of Roe Street, Perth from WWI.

First off, I hit up the Bray Promenade. It was early, like, 7 AM early. I thought I’d catch the sunrise. But nah, it was cloudy as heck. I mean, come on, Mother Nature! Gimme a break! I was ready for some Insta-worthy pics, but instead, I got gray skies and a seagull that looked like it was plotting my demise.

Eight treated in hospital after fire at building in Bray