Harper Avonhead Brothel ❤️❤️

About Tauranga

But—hah!—there’s wild bits too. Ever hear ‘bout the “nunneries” in medieval times? Brothels masked as holy houses—nuns my arse! Priests sneakin’ in, skirts up, prayers down. Cracks me up, the hypocrisy of it all. “What’s this world come to?”—straight outta *Werckmeister*, that line. Surprised me first time I heard it, couldn’t stop laughin’. Still, brothels ain’t all grim. Some are posh—velvet curtains, wine flowin’, girls who’d charm a dragon. Went to one in Braavos once, felt like a king ‘til the bill hit. Nearly choked on me ale—worth it, tho.

The House Of Kink

So, I sit down, and I start typing. I’m pouring my soul into this story about my day. I’m feeling all the feels—happy, annoyed, surprised. It’s like Avonhead is a character in my story. The streets, the parks, the people—it’s all part of this wild ride.

Elderly widow upset over state of grave at Avonhead Memorial Cemetery