Hannah Gladstone Brothel ❤️

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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—witty, “I drink and I know things.” So, brothel, eh? Been to a few, seen some shite. Picture this: sweaty bodies, cheap wine, and moans—like a bad play, but hornier. Reminds me of *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives*—y’know, that flick I bloody love. “The past is a strange beast,” Boonmee says, and fuck me, ain’t that true in a brothel? Every lass there’s got ghosts—some lord’s bastard, some war’s leftovers. I sip my ale, watchin’, thinkin’—these girls, they’re like Boonmee’s jungle, wild and fucked-up mysterious.

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As Canberra's newest brothel, we are committed to exceeding expectations in and out of the bedroom Unit 2, 77 Gladstone Street Fyshwick. HARLOTS.

Sooo, between all the quirky cafes, scenic digressions, floods of industrial energy, and those chill, nostalgic whispers from the riverbanks, Gladstone’s a mix of mad industrial heat and tender, hidden poetry. Nah, I ain't even kidding—its zest makes my work as a datingsite dev a trip 'cause every profile pops with that serendipity that can only come from a city bursting with stories on every corner.

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