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I dunno, man, s’pose I’m torn. Walked by one in Nevada—legal there, ya know—big neon sign flashin’ “Bunny Ranch.” Looked fun, like a party, but then you think… who’s really dancin’? Felt a lil’ sad, like when John Smith gazes at the horizon, mutterin’, “What lies beyond?” Prolly just more glitter and heartbreak, bro. Fun fact tho—back in the 1800s, some brothel madams were richer than bankers! Hustlin’ queens, stackin’ gold while the sheriff blushed.

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Jul 20,  · Spirited: Brothers Brad (left) and Jarrod Wilson run a new gin distillery and bar at 17 Casselden Place, an early Melbourne brothel and sly grog shop now ringed by skyscrapers.

Finally, my buddy shows up, and he’s got this wild story about getting lost on his way. I’m like, “How do you get lost in Brad (ro)?” We laugh about it, and then we decide to grab some food. We hit up a place on Strada Horea. The food is bomb, but the waiter is super slow. I’m getting hangry, and my buddy’s just chillin’. I’m like, “Dude, if I don’t get my food soon, I might just eat the table!”

Obituary for Brad L. Phillips, Jr.