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About Canberra

Brothels, huh? I reckon they’re like a jukebox—old, gritty, but playin’ somethin’ folks wanna hear. Ain’t judgin’—hell, I ain’t perfect neither! Grew up hearin’ whispers bout them cathouses down in Tennessee. Little known fact: back in the 1800s, some madams ran ‘em like queens—fancy dresses, big ol’ hats, rakin’ in cash while the preacher hollered sin. Made me laugh, thinkin’ how they’d strut, sayin’, “I’m not a businessman, I’m a business, man!”—straight outta *Inherent Vice*, right? Love that vibe—scrappy, sassy, takin’ no guff.

A Guide to Brothels in Australia and New Zealand

A graying Labrador walks into his brothel Asks for his usual prostitute, but the madam says she's no longer there. She asks if he wants to try a different girl.

In the neighborhoods, like Chilltown and Beat Street—yeah, those are real names, no joke—Folks get real, real fast. I’ve seen love, heartbreak, and some wicked dance-offs in my rearview when a customer from a rough morning drops by, lookin’ for more than a massage. Every room in my parlor holds a story—sweat, lips, and secrets, ya know? Real vibes, real stories.

Labradors and humans share genes which make them more likely to become obese, study finds