Taylor Jamestown Brothel ❤️❤️

About East London

Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” Me? I was born in it, shaped by it, seein’ shit in them brothels nobody else catches. Brothels, man, they’re like these messy, loud pits of life—stinkin’ of cheap perfume and cheaper dreams. Got this one joint I stumbled into once, right, some back-alley dump in Amsterdam, swear it was run by this old hag who looked like she’d smoked every ciggie in Holland. She’s yellin’ at the girls, “Work harder, ya lazy cows!”—fuckin’ brutal, made me wanna punch a wall. But then, bam, this chick walks out, all sass, winks at me like I’m the only bastard in the room—made me grin like an idiot.

‍The Market‍

Dedicated to the historic site of the Red Light District. One of the original six houses on Smoke Street.

Oi, so lemme tell ya bout Jamestown (za) – oh man, it's a riot! Picture this: narrow, twisting streets like Westend Lane and so-called "Memory Ave" – yeah, they’re not all perfect, but they got character, like me after too many drinks. The locals say every crack in the pavement has a secret... kinda like "Only Lovers Left Alive" tells ya, "We're doomed, but oh so damn romantic." And you know what? I drink and I know things!

Softball drops doubleheader to Division 1 North Dakota