Emily Camden Town Brothel ❤️

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Once knew a chick, worked there she did—tough as nails, heart of gold tho. Saved up, got out, badass she was. Happy that made me—hope, tiny spark it is. But most? Trapped they stay, cycle spins, grim it gets. Exaggeratin’ I could—say brothel’s a freakin’ dungeon, chains and all, but nah, subtler it is. Quiet despair, that’s the killer.

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I find this sick leather jacket. It’s got that perfect worn-in vibe. I’m like, “This is it!” But then I check the price tag. My heart sinks. I mean, c’mon! I could buy a small island for that price. So, I just take a pic and move on.

Camden High Street’s pedestrianisation trial starts in May