Charlotte Little Bray Brothel ❤️

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So, I roll up to this spot once—shady as hell, neon lights flickerin like they bout to die. Smelled like cheap perfume and regret, straight up. This one chick, she’s all “Hey, big guy,” and I’m like, “Yo, I ain’t that big, chill.” Reminded me of that line, “You’re a wild man, Staff Sergeant”—except I ain’t wild, just confused. Brothels got that chaos, tho—nobody knows what’s happenin, but everybody actin cool.

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Josie de Bray was a brothel madam who owned most of Roe Street, Perth from WWI up to the s.

Then, I headed to my shop on Elm Street. It’s a cozy little place, but today? Chaos! My buddy Tom, the tailor, was in there, and he was all flustered. “Dude, I need your help!” he yells. Turns out, he accidentally mixed up a wedding dress with a raccoon coat. Like, how do you even do that? I laughed so hard, I almost dropped my coffee.

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