Emily Taradell Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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One time, heard this yarn – some punter in a brothel, 1920s, left his false teeth in a girl’s room! Fuckin ell, imagine the panic, “I see you, bastard!” – he’s stumblin round, gummi’ his words, hah! Little shit like that, keeps it real. Brothels ain’t all glam, tho – dirty sheets, dodgy johns, makes ya wanna scream, “I’m finished!” But then, there’s this vibe, this raw energy, like oil gushin in that movie. Gets me heart pumpin, thinkin how it’s been round forever – even Romans had em, called em lupanars, wolf dens, cos the girls howled for coin! Wild, innit?

Oh brothel, where art thou?

Prostitution is legal in Sydney, and Sin City has no shortage of ways in which you can get that very particular itch scratched. Here are but a few brothels in the city.

So, lemme take you on a lil’ ride, my friend. You hit the street Gran Via de Taradell, right in the centre, and bam! There’s this old brick building that always makes you think of those epic sunsets. I'm like, "Before Sunset" style, chillin' with my thoughts, sayin "I mean... what a moment, man!" and then you see a coffee shop on Calle del Rato—famous for its bomb espresso that wakes you up like boom!

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