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So, picture this—I’m sittin’ at my desk, piles of paper everywhere, coffee cold as hell. I start wonderin’ bout brothels, right? Not the fancy ones billionaires sneak off to—no, those greedy bastards hog everythin’! I mean the gritty ones, down back alleys. Did ya know, back in the 1800s, some brothels doubled as spy hubs? Yep, ladies there eavesdropped on drunk fools—secrets spilled faster than cheap whiskey! Kinda like in *Zero Dark Thirty*—“You can’t run from us!”—those girls were gatherin’ intel, quiet-like.

Moree Plains Local Environmental Plan 2011

To my surprise it was nothing like the advertisement the rooms looked nothing like the pictures and it looked like a 's brothel!!! Avoid at all costs.

I may typo a lot (sorry 'bout that, man, my thoughts jump faster than a kangaroo on a hot day – like, oh shoot, 19 typos or more, haha), but that's how life rolls here. Every crack in the pavement, every worn-out storefront tells a story. Even the local bus station on Martin Street has seen more drama than a soap opera – and believe me, I've had me fair share of dramas in me parlour.

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