Fatima Clontarf Brothel ❤️

About Newcastle

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’.

The Hottest Bordello in Redcliffe

Y’know, I’m a bit of a goof. I see life in snippets and I might misspell a word or two (sorry, had me 12 typs here—like “breezy” as “breeezey,” “vibe” as “bybe,” and “chill” as “chilli,” haha). Doesn’t matter though, because in Clontarf, spontaneity is the way to live.

Orgiastic goings-on at Clontarf in the late 1800s