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I’m thinkin—brothels got that vibe, y’know? Dark, smoky, like Shasta slippin’ outta Doc’s life. “Nothing’s what it seems,” he’d mutter. Same deal here—glam outside, mess inside. Got mad once hearin’ bout this joint in Nevada. Legal, sure, but owners skimmin’ cash off girls—pissed me off! Eat my shorts, greedy jerks! Then I heard bout this madam—ran her spot like a queen. Fed her crew, taught ‘em to read—made me smile, dude. Real talk, some brothels got heart.

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Sydney gays do this slut of a city proud. And whether active or passive, twink or muscled, camp or butch, this bloke brothel delivers the best bent booty in Sydney.

First client walks in. This dude’s got hair like a bird’s nest. I mean, seriously, bro? You live in Handa, not a jungle! I’m tryin’ to be nice, but inside I’m like, “What’s goin’ on here?” So, I grab my scissors and start snippin’. Halfway through, he starts talkin’ about his cat. I’m like, “Cool, man, but I’m not a vet.” But he keeps goin’ on about Mr. Whiskers and his “adventures” around the neighborhood. I’m nodding, but my brain’s like, “Dude, focus on the hair!”

Sarita Handa: My workspace is a gallery of my life’s work