Angelina Knottingley Brothel ❤️❤️

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Sometimes I’m pissed tho, strings snap, buzzin’ like my ex’s texts—annoying as fuck. But then, brothel hits this note, pure magic, and I’m like, “Yi Yi” again—“Why do we hurt the ones we love?” I love brothel, but it hurts my damn fingers, bleedin’ for the art, yo.

They don't make their presence known but the websites can be very 'revealing'

First off, I had to dash down to the High Street. It’s always buzzing, but today? It was like a bloody circus! I swear, I saw a bloke juggling oranges. Or was it apples? Who knows! Anyway, I’m trying to get to St. Botolph’s Church, and there’s this massive traffic jam on Wakefield Road. I’m like, “C’mon, people! It’s not rush hour!” But nope, just a bunch of cars stuck like sardines.

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