The couple soon became inseparable, arrived in Brisbane together, and they went into business in the Frog Hollow district of the Brisbane CBD. John used to bring along the young lads of the upper-class villas, and Mary's job was to trot out the wine, woman, and song.
In the year of 1889, she became enamored with an actor from the theatre, and she escaped her seemingly happy life and bolted with him to London, taking with her about £3000. As long as the cash lasted, she reveled in sin and luxury, but as soon as the money ran out, the actor departed and abandoned Mary to her own devices in the grimy streets of London. She was forced to return to her profession in the Petticoat Lane to earn some good old fashioned English coin.
For some inexplicable reasons, John Hogan felt lonely without his Mary and sent her the money that brought her back to Brisbane and once more set her up as the Queen of Mother Hogan's Brothel.
It was rumored to be an evil place where one would blush to tell about the things that happened there. Only a few men were capable of describing the racy incidents that occurred from time to time.
During its existence, some thousands of girls careered to ruin within its portals, and numbers of men were said to become physical and moral wrecks through its agency.
For all her seeming faults, Mother Hogan was considered an honest woman, and no man was ever robbed of a penny when staying in the Hogan Household. Men were beaten and plundered in the Frog Hollow district, but dignity and honor made it difficult for these men to report these crimes lest their reputations suffer.
Mother Hogan's end came in March 1904 when, at last, she went to meet her God, and as one person put it at the time - hers was a life wasted having chosen the oldest profession in the world and lived a life of sin and shame.
The funeral itself was a gorgeous affair with the hearse, the coffin, and the mourning coaches being up to the mark required for a Governor-General.
No local priest would attend the burial, so the services of a missionary man had to be recruited. There were girls in the cortege shedding tears, and a stranger would have thought the body of some pure, virtuous woman was undergoing sanctification rituals on her deposit into the earth. Many pundits thought only that here was a woman who fled with another man from her husband, then started a brothel and lived on its proceeds to the end.