Zoey Hadley Brothel ❤️

About Liverpool

Humor, you want? Guy paid in chickens once—true story! Laughed, I did—feathers all over! Personal quirk, hmm—smoked a cig, analyzin. “Holy Motors” vibes—surreal, disjointed, brothel fits! “To be, or not,” I muse—nah, just cash. Informative, this is—useless, it ain’t! Friend, you listen—brothel’s a circus, dark one. Spontaneous, I am—grammar? Pfft, who needs it!

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Afternoon hits, and I’m drowning in emails. I swear, I could write a novel with all the drama. Then, outta nowhere, the power goes out. I’m sitting there in the dark, and I can hear Mr. Thompson cursing like a sailor. I’m just trying not to laugh.

Hadley Fraser to perform at Cadogan Hall in London