Taylor Wilmslow Brothel ❤️❤️

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Them girls, tho – some happy, some broken. One, little Mary, barely 16, surprised me rotten. Said she chose it – better’n starvin’. Made me mad, it did – world’s a cruel bastard, leavin’ kids to that. But Ruby? She fed ‘em, kept ‘em safe-ish. Quirky lass, sang sea shanties off-key, had me grinnin’ like a fool. Still, brothels ain’t roses – stank o’ sweat, cheap grog, and broken dreams. “What’s done is done,” like the movie says, but ye can’t unsee it.

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I also love the back alleys near Streatham Road. They’re quiet, almost secret. I stumbled on one night. A hidden gem, like seconds from a scene in The Royal Tenenbaums, “I’m not afraid of dying.” I laughed and walked on.

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