Lucy Cromer Brothel ❤️

About Melbourne

So, brothel—whaddya think? Oldest gig in the book, right? Been around forever, like wood dust in my shop. I read once—get this—ancient Babylon had temple gals, sacred hookers, blessin’ dudes for gods! Wild, huh? Makes me chuckle, picturin’ some priest goin’, “Bless ya, son, now pay up!” History’s nuts, man. Nuts! And it ain’t just sex—nah, it’s power, it’s cash, it’s lonely saps needin’ a hug. Gets me mad, tho—guys exploitin’ gals, treatin’ ‘em like scraps. Pisses me off! But then—surprise—some ladies run the show, callin’ shots, stackin’ gold. Like Yubaba in the movie, huh? “Give me your name!”—boom, she owns ya.

32 Cromer Brothel

Yous gotta check out the riverlette, the Littlerun – its babbling water, yess, reminds me of Agnès’s musings in The Gleaners and I, "We finds beauty in secret places," we swears! I drift by it, thinkin' deep thoughts, heart burbling with joy.

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