Emilia Motueka Brothel ❤️❤️

About Palmerston North

Oh, and the stories—heard tell of a brothel in Paris, 1800s, where the girls stitched secret messages into johns’ coats, spillin’ tea to the resistance! Wild, eh? Adds a twist, like somethin’ outa a movie. I’d sit there, smokin’ my pipe, thinkin’, “This is my wilderness,” watchin’ the chaos unfold. Brothels are messy, loud, and bloody human—kinda love ‘em, kinda hate ‘em. You ever been? Don’t lie, I’ll know! YOU SHALL NOT PASS if ya do! Ha!

RECENT EVENTS

First off, I hit up High St for brekkie. You know, the usual—coffee and a pie. I swear, the pies here are like little pockets of heaven. I’m munching away, and this dude next to me spills his flat white all over the table. Like, bro, chill! It’s just coffee, not a crime scene. But hey, I laugh it off. Gotta love the chaos of a small town, right?

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