Sadie Fallon Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Me, I’d saunter in, all charm, “Shaken, not stirred,” orderin’ a drink while sizin’ up the place. Not just for a shag—nah, I notice shit. The exits, the vibes, who’s packin’. Probs why I’d be shit at runnin’ one—too paranoid, mate. “Why’d you build a fort?” they’d ask, like Sam in the movie. “Cos I’m fuckin’ Bond,” I’d say, laughin’. Anyway, brothels—dodgy, brill, a right laugh. Gotta go—Q’s bitchin’ about my gadgets again. Cheers!

Zara…HERE NOW!

Apr 13,  · There was no main-connected power or water at the brothel. Power was supplied from a generator. A well was dug but the water was too salty to drink, so drinking water had .

I remember—yeah, I revewewed—Sunnyside Gardens near Baker St. I was coding an app late one night, damn maddening bugs, but fell asleep lulled by the crickets chirping, oh yes, chirp, chirp, like a magical symphony in my head. Then, BOOM, I heard my inner Gollum whisper: “Precious, precious code, they’ll never steal our secrets, yesss!”

James Fallon Obituary (1951 - 2025) - Westfield, MA