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About Wellington

So, prostitute – real grafter, yeah? Sells a service, no faff, pure business. Reckon they’re like me, top-notch at readin’ people, sussin’ out the punters quick. “Know your enemy,” Carlos says in the film – they’ve got that down pat. Bet they clock a dodgy geezer faster than I spot a late timesheet. Little factoid for ya – back in Victorian times, some prossies ran secret networks, like spies, tradin’ info from rich blokes. Proper clever, that! Makes me chuffed, thinkin’ bout their nous.

‘Madame Brownie’ (bordello operator)

So, I’m like, “Sure, mate, I got ya.” But then, I look at the clock. I’m already late for my appointment with Mrs. Thompson. She’s a sweet old lady, but man, she’s got a thing for her cat, Whiskers. I swear, that cat’s got more shoes than I do! Anyway, I rush over to her place on Kairanga Street, and guess what? She’s not even home! Just my luck, right?

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