Isabella Bloomfield Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, picture this—I’m totterin’ down some cobbled street, *mumble mumble*, lantern swingin’ like I’m proper lost, lookin’ for a lass who’s, y’know, “available.” Nearly topple into a bin—*whoops!*—cos I’m gawpin’ at this bird in fishnets, thinkin’, “Is she one? Nah, she’s just posh!” Made me chuckle, that—me, all flustered, tippin’ me hat like a twit. “What’s your name?” I’d ask, but nah, just grunt and point—*heh heh*—cos words ain’t my thing, mate!

'We were young, naive'

I heart the side alley behind the old public library on Cedar St. Its walls? Graffiti magic. I’d even graffiti in my mind sometimes – a little joke here, a bit of truth there. I’m no clean-cut clinical type. Sometimes I chuckle, sometimes I fume – a mix of manic pixie dreams wrapped in Hannibal Lecter’s chilling eloquence.

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