Ella Kirkby Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, so brothel, yeah? Me, Gru, Russian-ish vibe, “Lightbulb!” – I got toughts! Imagine dis, shady joint, red lights flicker, girls giggling. I tink, “In the end, we all live behind walls,” like in *Lives of Others*. Dat movie, it’s deep, ya? Brothel’s same – secrets, whispers, hidden stuff. I seen one in Berlin once, legit, tiny place, smelled like cheap perfume and regret. Made me mad, dese girls, so young, trapped kinda. “Lightbulb!” – dey deserve more, ya know?

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So, I finally get to the market, and it’s buzzing. I set up my little sharpener stand, all ready to go. I’m thinkin’, “Today’s the day! Gonna sharpen everything in sight!” But then, this kid runs up to me, right? He’s got a pair of scissors that look like they’ve been through a war. I mean, they were practically begging for mercy. I’m like, “Mate, what happened to these?” He just shrugs and says, “Mum said I could cut stuff.” Kids, man.

First look inside refurbished Cumbrian village pub ahead of grand reopening