Sofia Eastham Brothel ❤️

About New York City

But yo, some punters, they’s disgustin’. Sweaty geezers, pawin’ at ‘em—made me RAGE, bruv. “Is it ’cos I is black?” I’m yellin’ in me head, ’cos I see it different, yeah? Ain’t judgin’ the girls, nah, they’s queens in a shit kingdom. “I don’t remember,” like Lucrecia says in the flick—them girls block it out too, gotta, innit? Survival, bruv.

The history of brothels

I might say I’m a wanderer with a soft spot for the unexpected. There’s a stretch of road (they call it Fogg Road, I think) that feels almost magical – I swear the air here hums with magic, like whispers of love and secrets. It’s edgy, sometimes rough, but so beautifully raw. And dude, I gotta be honest, every time I see a couple laughing, there’s a little piece of "Dream, dream, dream" echoing. It’s heartwarming and wild all at once.

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