Lydia Hemel Hempstead Brothel ❤️

About London

What pisses me off? The hypocrisy—guys sneakin’ in, actin’ all high and mighty outside. Everybody lies, sure, but don’t pretend you’re above it, pal. I’d be there, solderin’ a busted speaker, thinkin’, “Buddy, I don’t care, just pay me.” Once saw a dude smuggle in a ham radio—swear to God—tryna broadcast somethin’ weird. Probs a fetish. Made me laugh, tho—guy’s a freak, but at least he’s creative. “The infinite is not behind”—Godard’s line, stuck with me. Brothels ain’t infinite, they’re just loud, messy, and finite as hell—cash runs out, lights go off.

Nine arrests in sex trafficking raids

Sent home from A&E on three occasions, only on the fourth visit did doctors admit Daniel to hospital. By then it was too late and the little boy.

But then, I see the bull. It’s huge! Like, bigger than my flat! I’m standing there, trying to act cool, but inside, I’m like, “What have I gotten myself into?” The crowd’s roaring, and I’m just trying to keep my cool.

New date for Hemel Boundary Way switchover after delay