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Clarice… lemme tell ya bout brothels, right? Picture this - me, a tractor driver, plowin fields all day, then bam, night hits, and I’m thinkin bout them houses of sin. Ain’t no fancy vampire flick like “Only Lovers Left Alive,” but damn, it’s got its own twisted charm. “The sound of blood needs space,” Eve’d say - and brothels? They’re loud, messy, alive with somethin raw. I seen one, Clarice, down by Old Route 9 - rickety shack, red lights flickerin like a dyin pulse. Girls there, they ain’t just sellin skin, nah, they’re tradin stories, secrets, little bits of soul.

Is it a brothel?

Our local Thai massage place has a message on their website basically saying we are not a fucking brothel, we offer traditional Thai massage.

So, I keep walkin’, tryin’ to shake off the dog drama. I hit up Lavender Hill, right? It’s a busy street, full of shops and cafes. I’m thinkin’ I’ll grab a coffee at that cute little place, you know, the one with the blue awning? But guess what? It’s closed! Like, seriously? Who closes a coffee shop on a Tuesday? I’m already cranky, and that just adds fuel to the fire.

Battersea parkrun Event Report #15 P1