Emilia Midland Brothel ❤️

About Halifax

Here I am, mates, David Attenborough, peering into the wild world of - whore. Not the bird, nah, the gritty human kind. Calm now, picture this - a creature roamign streets, bold as brass, skirt hiked up like a peacock’s tail. Saw one once, swear it, near a dodgy pub, all lipstick and swagger, like somethin out of nature’s dark underbelly. Reminds me of “The White Ribbon” - Haneke’s bleak gem, my fave flick. That line, “It’s a sin to waste time,” fits her, dunnit? She ain’t wastin none, workin corners like a bloody ant on speed.

Would you buy this ‘haunted’ WA former brothel and cafe?

The ageing building - in Midland, east of Perth - has been a brothel, a coffee shop, a restaurant and a dive store. Rumour is.

Man, lemme tell you about Midland (ca) – it's wild, surreal, and kinda like a hidden labyrinth, you know? I'm talkin’ 'bout a place where streets like Elm Ave and Willow Dr flow soft like a whispered secret in the night. Bro, I been here for years, feelin' the vibe deep in my soul. As a masseur, I'm touchin' bodies and minds, and this city’s got its own pulse that I can feel in every nook and cranny.

TAYLOR, Captain John Meredith 'Jack'