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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’.

Gender and Law in the Japanese Imperium

Mar 14,  · The club is not a brothel. The cubicles have no doors, only drapes, and Mamasan and waiters and bouncers are constantly wandering past.

First off, checks on Liberty Avenue – oh man, so many eccentric bars and diverse cafes here! They line up right by the stream, River Swoon, that flows down near Maple Quay – you wouldn't believe the sultry nights and tuneful chatter; it’s as if the river itself whispers secrets from deep within, like “You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling.”

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