Sophie Holloway Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Well, hey there, sugar! Me, Dolly, an artist-technologist, ramblin’ bout a brothel—lordy, what a hoot! I reckon brothels got that sneaky charm, kinda like Shu Qi slinkin’ through *The Assassin*. “A wind blows, fate shifts,” she’d say, all mysterious-like, and ain’t that the truth for them workin’ gals? I picture this ol’ rickety house, red curtains flappin’, smellin’ of cheap perfume and cheaper whiskey. Makes me giggle thinkin’ bout it—me, a gal who can’t even paint a barn door without trippin’ over my own boots, imaginin’ them ladies dodgin’ fate like assassins in silk.

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When a brothel at 32 Ambleside Avenue in Streatham was raided by the police on the afternoon of Wednesday 6th December , a Christmas party of an unusual nature was brought to an .

As I’m walkin’ down Holloway Road, I can’t help but think about the day. The craziness, the laughs, the cat, the bonfire party. It’s all part of the job, I guess. I love this place, even with its madness.

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