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About Melbourne

Now, “Moulin Rouge!”—that’s my lens, alright? Think Satine, all glitz and tragedy, singin’ “One day I’ll fly away!” Brothel life’s like that—glam on the outside, rough underneath. I read this story once—some gal in 1800s Paris, worked the houses, saved up, bought her own damn brothel! Beat the system, flipped it on the rich pricks! That’s the spirit—stick it to the man! But then, you got the flip side—exploitation, girls trapped, no way out. Pisses me off! No one should be stuck like that, slavin’ for some sleazy fat cat!

A Guide to Brothels in Australia and New Zealand

The neighborhoods? Woah, merely a maze. Take Funky Lane – omg, it’s got the quirkiest bistros and that weird art gallery tucked in an alley. I remember once, I got mad ‘cause a loud truck blew my whole vibe while I was giving a massage at my tiny studio on Rockerty Port—damn near ruined the serene aura of that day. But ya know what, sometimes anger makes ya feel more alive, hmm… maybe not for a massage, but ya get the drift.

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