Fatima Bow Brothel ❤️

About London

Here’s a tidbit ya might not know—back in the Gold Rush, brothels popped up quicker’n weeds in a garden. Them miners needed company, and the madams? They were richer’n sin! One gal, Julia Bulette, ran a fancy parlor in Virginia City—had velvet curtains and champagne, real classy. Got me thinkin’, “A man’s desire is his prison,” like in *Timbuktu*. Them fellas paid big, but who’s really free, huh? Makes me giggle, picturin’ me servin’ whiskey there, trippin’ over my own boots—lord, I’d be a mess!

The Poetry Brothel Boston: Holiday Office Party

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still buzzing from it. So, I wake up in my flat on Bow Road, right? The sun’s blaring through the window like it’s trying to roast me alive. I’m like, “Chill, mate!” But nah, it’s London, and it’s always on one.

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