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About Canberra

But real talk, it ain’t all giggles. Gets me mad as a hornet thinkin’ ‘bout them gals forced into it—ain’t right, y’all. Seen too many stories, like this one joint in old Tombstone—girls smuggled in, barely eatin’. Pissed me off somethin’ fierce! But then, ya hear ‘bout others choosin’ it, makin’ bank—good fer them, I say! Surprised me how some brothels got history—didja know Amsterdam’s red-light district’s been rollin’ since the 1300s? Dang near older’n dirt!

Lara Bye: Brothel Madame

I got my own quirks. Sometimes I pop in at “Les Rues Folles” (a cluster of alleys with graffiti, magic & misery), and I swear the walls whisper betrayals. Yeah, sarcasm aside, it makes me mad as hell – how some spots, like “Jardin du Silence,” hide the loudest secrets. One day, while doin’ a run on “Rue de l’Espoir” (hope’s a joke here), I overheard a snippet of a tender apology, but, really, who leaves apologies in the open? Floats like a ghost.

Meet Lara Hausegger