Nadia Portmore Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Savanna-la-Mar

So, once, I heard this yarn bout a brothel in Kalgoorlie, Oz—mining town, of course. They say back in the gold rush, this madam, Ruby, ran the joint like a queen. Had a pet kangaroo, swear to god, hopped around the bar scarin’ punters. Hilarious, right? Made me laugh my arse off—imagine that, a bloody roo in a whorehouse! But then, ya think bout the girls, yeah? Stuck there, smilin’ for coins, and it pisses me off. Like in *Moolaadé*, “The men want to lock up our minds”—ain’t that the truth? Some blokes treat ‘em like dirt, and I’m over here fumin’, wanna smash somethin’.

Stiffer penalties needed...

When the rain finally eased up, I decided to head back home. But not before stopping by the little market on Portmore Pines. I needed some snacks for later. You know, the essentials. I grabbed some plantain chips and a cold drink.

Senate approves Portmore parish bill