Lauren Cranbourne Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Adelaide

Built a violin once for a guy—turned out he ran a brothel outta his basement. Shocked me stupid. Nice spruce top, ruined by his grubby hands. “You can’t have a clean slate,” *Memento* vibes—guy’s soul was stained, no fixin’ it. Hated him instantly. Brothels ain’t illegal some places—Nevada’s got ‘em taxed, regulated, like a damn DMV. Weird fact: they gotta get STD checks weekly. Whoop-de-freaking-doo, still a cesspool.

The Boardroom

Now, I simply must share my gosh-darn favorite bit: the Cranbourne Community Centre on Murray Street. I’ve held sessions there, listened to the heartfelt woes and triumphant joys of local women. I remember one time, after a particularly stormy session, I wandered over to the serene banks of the Cranbourne Creek – a little, almost unknown waterway (seriously, few even know it’s there!). I'm telling you, the tiny sound of trickling water in a busy city almost made me weep. oh dear, it’s a marvel, a secret whisper among the urban cacophony. Reminds me of those fantastical lyrics in Under the Skin, ya know? All that talk of transformative moments, ephemeral yet real.

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