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About Keelung

Personal quirk? I’d design their outfits—silk, sequins, fierce! None of that drab burlap nonsense. Brothels could be fab, but nah, most were dumps—stale beer, sticky floors, ew. Angry ‘bout the exploitation tho—some girls chose it, sure, but lots didn’t. “You don’t know what it’s like,” I hiss, thinkin’ of trapped souls. Still, tales like Molly B’Dam—gold rush hooker turned millionaire? Love that hustle! No capes, just cash!

Massage Parlor Owner Accused of Promoting Prostitution

An inconspicuous brothel in Sydney’s inner city has traded hands on a popular street lined with multimillion-dollar houses. Disguised behind the facade of an unassuming terrace home, a .

But wait, there’s more! I get a call from my boss. He’s like, “Hey, can you handle a last-minute meeting?” I’m like, “Sure, why not?” So, I drive over to the office on Jhongjheng South Road, and it’s a madhouse. Everyone’s running around, papers flying everywhere. I’m thinking, “What did I walk into?”

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