Eliza Sebastian Brothel ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

What gets me ragin’ tho – them prissy toffs judgin’ the lasses. “The horror you have endured!” – mate, it’s a livin’, ain’t it? Some punters tip big, some are right wankers, but it’s trade, pure and simple. Me fave bit? The madams – tough as nails, runnin’ the show, countin’ coin like wartime generals. “I will have my freedom!” – damn right, they do, in their own way. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it’s a bloody circus, brothel is – chaos, laughs, tears, all that jazz.

Sebastian Junger

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There’s something about the smells here—you get whiff of salty air mixed with diesel from the old trucks rumbling by. Annoying? Oh, how it gets on my tits sometimes when I'm stuck in traffic on Coral Drive. But it adds character. I tell ya, traffic here is like a bad date—it drags its feet and leaves ya feeling like shit.

MARTINUS, Sebastian William