Bella Lansdowne Brothel ❤️❤️

About Pretoria

Halleluyer! Chile, lemme tell ya ‘bout them brothels! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout “Lost in Translation,” that movie got me all twisted up—like Bob Harris whisperin’, “The more you know who you are,” and I’m like, well, shoot, who them girls in the brothel tryna be? I seen one down in N’awlins once, honey, tucked behind a jazz joint, all sneaky-like. Ain’t nobody talkin’ ‘bout it, but errybody knew! Them walls prolly heard more secrets than a preacher’s wife. I was mad as a wet hen, tho—folks judgin’ them girls like they ain’t human. Made me holler, “What am I doing here?” like Scarlett Johansson, all lost and pouty.

Lansdowne Street, Surry Hills

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The neighborhoods? Oh, the neighborhoods, they’re simply the most, the absolute best. Westgate, the hidden gem, with quirky cafés and artsy corners. THe people there are vibrant—so real. Side note: I sometimes get lost in the aroma of fresh coffee and old books at Millers’ Nook on Elm Street. And hey, my sessions sometimes spill into these streets—reminds me of life’s raw pulse.

Lansdowne train station is full of excrement, garbage - and rats