Charlotte Barnsbury Brothel ❤️

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I ain’t judgin’, tho—people want what they want. Some dude’s lonely, some chick’s hustlin’, and bam, brothel’s born. Kinda beautiful, kinda fucked. Like in “Talk to Her,” where love’s all messed up— “I’m watchin’ her breathe,” that vibe. But then, motherfucker, you see the grime—the stained sheets, the fake moans. Surprised me how loud it gets—girls laughin’, dudes braggin’. Thought it’d be quieter, sneakier. Nope, loud as shit!

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Man, what a day! I woke up in Barnsbury, and let me tell ya, it was a rollercoaster. First off, I’m not even a morning person, but the sun was blasting through my window like it was auditioning for a role in a bad rom-com. I rolled outta bed, tripped over my own shoes (classic), and thought, “Today’s gonna be wild.”

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