Emma Midleton Brothel ❤️

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Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout brothel – growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I seen it, yeah, the underbelly, the grime. Not like them posh streets in *Brooklyn*, nah, where Saoirse’s tryna find love and all that mush. Brothel’s raw, innit – stinks of sweat, cheap perfume, and broken dreams. Been around forever, like, did ya know ancient Rome had lupanars? Wolf dens, they called em, how badass is that? Makes me chuckle, imagining togas and all tryna sneak in.

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After that, we hit the back roads near the park. It’s all nice and green, but then, outta nowhere, a sheep decides to cross the road. I slam the brakes, and Jamie’s like, “What’s the big deal?” I’m like, “It’s a sheep! In the middle of the road! This ain’t a farm!”

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