Aria Martinsville Brothel ❤️❤️

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Favorite movie fits, mind. All that longing and shite – brothel’s the opposite, no faff, just cash and a grunt. Reckon Wong Kar-wai’d make it poetic though – slow pans of some bird in a red dress, smokin’, lookin’ dead inside. “Let’s just drift away,” she’d say, but nah, she’s stuck there, ain’t she? Fuckin’ tragic, mate. Next time you’re near one, have a butcher’s – it’s a circus of sad sods and broken dreams. Cackle at it, cry at it – up to you, ya daft twat!

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The neighborhoods? Man, every block's got a story. The West End is rough but real, with street names like Maple and Pine that feel familiar, almost like family to ya. I always joke: "This place, it gives you all the warm fuzzies – just like a box of old films."

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