It was over breakfast one Sunday morning when we decided to setup a brothel. The plan had been to meet for a creative jam session over breakfast, but that idea had gone south when Rae couldn’t get past her writer’s block and Kitty had only come along for the company.
How did we land on the topic of a brothel? It could have been the croissants, the bagels, the scrambled eggs and the cheese – the lots and lots of cheese. Somehow the conversation had settled upon the acquisition of a mobile brothel – henceforth referred to as ‘Hook Her Up’. The idea had been approved unanimously – tongue in cheek of course.
Maybe it was Justine who had disclosed some dark elements of her past, where she had once toyed with the idea of offering escort services back in Germany – something she had dubbed ‘Bidynamic’ – an exclusive service catering to bisexual women. Or quite possibly the revelation that her father had once coached her on how to offer ‘personal services’ to discerning parties while she was at university.
It could have just been the feeling of community, kinship and sisterhood around the table we had all shared – the benevolent and altruistic thinking of others and how a much needed service in the southern-most Australian state of Tasmania could be provided.
It could have been any of these.
Whatever it had been that fateful Sunday morning, it was how Hook Her Up was born. Together with the idea of a Tasmanian Treasure Hunt to get the ball rolling.