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Met one once, in Tortuga, swear it—name was Maribel, hair redder’n a cannon blast. She’d wink, say, “Jack, me purse’s lighter’n yer morals!” Made me laugh, it did—proper cheeky, that one. Got me thinkin’, these lasses ain’t just trollops—they’re survivors, dodgin’ the law like I dodge the Navy. Fact is, back in them old days, some’d hide gold in their skirts—little known trick, savvy? Smarter’n half me crew, and twice as fierce.

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The Taj Mahal of Sydney brothels, this high-end bordello offers luxurious themed rooms and more than girls from around the globe. Regulars may pre-book their favourite girl. Prices start .

Now, the neighborhoods… They are so lively and gritty. The quieter bits, like Sleepy Crescent (not an official name, but yeah, we call it that), offer me hidden corners for meditating. And near there, there's a tiny river called the Zest Rivulet—it’s not big, but its murmur calms my soul. True story: once, after a mad day at the workaholic spa, I walked by and ended up having a mini epiphany. It was like a flash of Fury Road wisdom… epic and raw!

Iconic Sydney brewery to be shut down after more than three decades