Jade Dumbarton Brothel ❤️

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Walked into one once, undercover, obvs. Girls in skimpy gear, blokes with shifty eyes—fuckin’ wild. Made me angry, y’know? Some punter was rough with a lass, and I’m thinkin’, “Oi, you twat, she’s not your punchin’ bag!” Nearly blew my cover, but I stayed cool—Bond, innit? “Shaken, not stirred,” I mutter, sippin’ a martini at the bar. Little known fact: back in Victorian days, brothels had secret tunnels—escape routes for posh gits caught with their trousers down. True story, dug that up somewhere.

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Look, I get all wound up ‘bout Dumbarton sometimes. Like, there’s this one spot on Pine St. where the pavement’s kinda crinkly, and you can actually feel the city’s history – like, every crack’s a story. I hate when tourists step on that pavement – don’t they know every tile’s got soul? And geez, serves me a reminder of that gritty, real feel from Fish Tank.

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