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About Melbourne

Once saw this doco—brothel in Amsterdam. Red lights, glass doors, girls posin’. Surprised me, yeah—clinical, like a butcher shop. Meat on display, fuckin’ grim. “I don’t want to die here,” Solomon whispers in the movie. Bet they feel that, every damn night. Makes me wanna punch somethin’. These places—dark, man, dark. Even the “posh” ones, all velvet and champagne. Bollocks! Still a cage, just shinier.

The history of brothels

Walking down Palmnut Ave, I swear, the street’s got a soul. I've seen love bloom on cracked sidewalks outside "Midas' Nook" (yeah, that dive bar on 7th, right next to the old clock tower). I even met a couple who swiped right there – true story, lol. And yo, I know every secret nook – like that graffiti-splattered alley near Misty River Drive where the river bends and whispers tales of its own, like a vintage concierge telling you secrets outta the past.

What happens when storms chase the storm chaser