Paisley Hailsham Brothel ❤️

About Newcastle

So yeah, brothels—sad, funny, fucked up. Like Tokyo in *Lost in Translation*, all neon and lonely. “More than this,” Charlotte’d say, starin’ at the mess. Me, I’d just laugh, sip my wine, and think—least I ain’t payin’ for it. Yet. Ha! Whaddya think, pal—wanna join me next time?

Never Pay For Brothels Again

After work, I’m walking down the East Street, just trying to chill. But then I see this street performer. He’s playing the guitar, and honestly, he’s pretty good. I stop to listen, and suddenly, I’m in a good mood. I toss him a couple of quid, and he gives me a nod. Nice guy.

Recap: Truck fire blocks A-road