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About Wollongong

Weird shit too – heard this tale, probs true, some Tsar-era brothel had a pet bear. Drunk johns wrestled it for freebies – idiots. Imagine that now, huh? Bear’d rip ‘em apart. I’d pay to see it, tho – chaos, blood, fair punishment. Anyway, brothels ain’t just sex dens – power games, raw and ugly. You see who’s weak, who’s strong. Like me, I’d shut ‘em down, but they’d pop up again – cockroaches, man. “There’s no other way,” like in the movie – grim truth. What ya think, pal? Sleazy, sure, but real as fuck.

About Lara's Ranch

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.

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