Lily Botany Downs Brothel ❤️

About Hastings

Hehehe, why so serious, pal? Brothel, huh? Oh man, lemme tell ya—total madhouse! Picture this: dim lights, smoky air, girls struttin’ like they own ya. Reminds me of *Synecdoche, New York*—y’know, “the end is built into the beginning.” Chaos everywhere, but it’s alive, screamin’! I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “This is theater, baby!” A lil’ stage where every dame’s a star, every john’s a prop. Hahaha!

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Not much attempt had been made to enforce discipline among the women, many of them London prostitutes, who had turned the ship into a floating brothel at her.

So, we decided to grab some lunch at the food court. I went for the butter chicken, and he got sushi. I was like, “Dude, you’re in NZ, eat something local!” But he’s all about that sushi life. Whatever floats your boat, I guess.

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