Lauren Glendowie Brothel ❤️

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Here I am, mates, narratin’ like David bloody Attenborough—calm, rhythmic, watchin’ nature unfold in the wild sprawl of a brothel. Picture it, yeah? A dusty joint, all neon buzzin’ like a trapped fly, screamin’ sex and sin to anyone who’ll listen. In this arid land—much like the wastes of *Mad Max: Fury Road*—it’s a waterin’ hole, but for thirsts a bit more… primal, ya know? “What a day, what a lovely day!” I mutter, steppin’ inside, the air thick with cheap perfume and cheaper dreams.

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So, I grab my guitar, right? Head down to the beach on the Tamaki Drive. The waves are crashin’, and I’m feelin’ all poetic. I start strummin’ some chords, just vibin’. Then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and snatches my sandwich! Like, bro, that was my lunch! I’m yellin’, “Hey! Get your own food!” But it just flies off, lookin’ all smug. I swear, that bird had a smirk.

39 Sierra Street, Glendowie, Auckland City