
Three girls play on their break, Club 77, North Melbourne, 1994
Club 77 Brothel in North Melbourne. My friend Samantha, who introduced me to life in a brothel, ran a very happy establishment. Here are two of the girls fooling around, and the hand at the top is Sam’s, just wanting to be part of the game.
I had been working with these girls and Sam for over three years, and this particular photo was taken very soon after a client had come asking for a lass who was away sick. One of the girls called out “Why don’t you do a trick, Joyce?”. I must admit I was challenged and amused by the offer. I knew I had to handle it properly, and said “I don’t think I’m sufficiently qualified”. I was nearly seventy years old at that stage, and frankly it just wasn’t my bag.
Club 77 was in a working class area, and many of the clients were single migrant workers who had few friends and understandable needs. Club 77 was very much more ‘multi-cultural’ and ‘multi-class’ than Spellbound Brothel, which was a much more ‘traditional Australian’ establishment.

Taxi at main entrance, Club 77 Brothel, North Melbourne, 1994

Games room and waiting room, Club 77, North Melbourne, 1994

Amanda, working girl, Club 77, North Melbourne, 1994
Amanda loved the job, and despite a private school education chose to work at Club 77.
Amanda, working girl, Club 77, North Melbourne, 1994

Plastic Michelangelo’s David, Club 77, North Melbourne, 1994

Mimi, working girl, Club 77, North Melbourne, 1994
I noticed that many of the girls loved to look out at who was coming. I often wondered whether it was a symbol of feeling safe within this well run brothel.

Mimi, working girl, relaxes between shifts, Club 77, North Melbourne, 1994