In which my missus has her flabber gasted…

The big town up the road from me, Kalgoorlie, is well known here in Oz for being a little rough. Being mainly a mining town, that’s not surprising.

Kalgoorlie sprung up as a gold mining town, and still has a working super pit on the edge of the town.

It also has the famous/infamous Hay Street brothel strip, a set of about six brothels lining one street, ranging from the “starting stalls” through to full rub and tug luxury joints.

Club 181.

Outside a starting stall.

Not surprisingly, the two industries tend to use each other quite a bit, despite moves in recent years to try and make the town more family friendly. After all, there’s not many places you can knock off work, knock back a few coldies while having a perv at a skimpy barmaid, then knock one off at a knocker shop…


Pub show.

For a long time, the town and coppers just pretended they weren’t there until they finally went legal. One of the more enterprising madams found a new way to milk a few dollars from tourists by offering brothel tours. Another became one of the local counselors.

So as you can imagine it takes a bit to drop the jaw of a local.

Last week saw that happen… more below the fold.

Now a lot of the workforce in Kal is fly in/fly out, or short term. Most of these blokes live in whats known as SPQs or single persons quarters. Usually, a single room within a small ablutions area (shared for the older ones) and a central mess area. Some of the bigger camps house 1000 blokes at a time. Ladies are a minority in town (and the few that are here know they’re a scarce commodity) which leaves a lot of blokes with a hard problem….

However, somehow, creeping though the council planning has come the stroke of genius/evil that left my missus gobsmacked.

Someone is building a new accommodation village/SPQ in Hay Street.

Between the brothels.

Directly adjacent to one.

All my missus could manage when she saw it was the words, “Oh, that’s just so WRONG,”… while I laughed at her reaction.

All they need now is a pub across the road and they wont have to move more than 500m to get everything they’re after.

The council seems a little defensive over this, my other half rand them, and they wouldn’t commit to a straight answer on weather it was an SPQ or not.

The mining industry tends to break up a lot of marriages/relationships, and somehow I cant see your missus/girlfriend finding out your accommodation borders a brothel is going to help that much.

Here’s the pics of the works in progress, as well as a couple of shots of the brothels either side.

The SPQ accomodation.

The SPQ accommodation.

More SPQ

More SPQ

It looks like it will accomodate a couple of hundred.

It looks like it will accomodate a couple of hundred.

That red building on the side is a brothel BTW….
Brothel 1

Brothel 1

Brothel 2 (the one right next door)

Brothel 2 (the one right next door)

High class, and about 100m up the street!

High class, and about 100m up the street!

I can see a small boom for divorce lawyers, private investigators, and the ladies of the night…

Or as Denny says, “It’s just so WRONG!!!”

8 Responses to “In which my missus has her flabber gasted…”

  1. bingbing Says:

    You should open up a pub. 😉

  2. Angus Dei Says:

    Well now, there’s a part of Australian culture I was unaware of, but I guess titties and beer are a cross-cultural constant.

    • bingbing Says:

      If it’s the soy latte frappacino (I’m ashamed I can even spell that) part, be unaware, be very unaware.

    • The Wizard of WOZ Says:

      Angus, its a friday afternoon tradition here in the west, and I’m guessing most other places too; Beer and boobs.

      We even took the office girls down last week…

  3. bingbing Says:

    I bet even the Pope loves tits (even his own), but he probably expresses it in a different way.

  4. nilk Says:

    Years ago I was staying in Adelaide with family, and my uncle took me out to the regular friday lunch with his mates to kill some time.

    Yup, it was a topless restaurant, and it was Secretary’s Day, and some bloke had brought his own secretary along.

    By the end of the meal, after a few glasses, she’d gotten her own kit off and was parading around.

    I heard not long after via my uncle that she’d left her job, gone into topless waitressing and was doing quite well for herself.

    Plenty of moolah in flesh.

    I was about 20 at the time lol.

    • thefrollickingmole Says:

      I believe the going rate for a pub to get them in kal is around $120.00 an hour. I dont know how much of that is agency fees.
      During the diggers and dealers week (a huge mining convention) skimpies actually fly in from Queensland and all over Oz on their own money, the pay and demand is so great.

      The fun police have been cracking down in the last couple of years though, only about 10 pubs out of 40 offer skimpies, but they have the police in to ensure no nipple is showing, or a bit to much bum crack…
      Nice to know crime is so low they can be diverted to such essential tasks…

    • bingbing Says:

      Well, God did make us in His, er let’s be PC for a tic, Her own image. Never mentioned what clothing.

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