Scarlett Blacon Brothel ❤️❤️

About Newcastle

Yo, so brothels, right? Wild-ass places. I’m sittin here thinkin—damn, legal sex spots? That’s some next-level hustle. Like, imagine Zodiac vibes—grimy, mysterious, unsolved shit. “I’m not Paul Avery,” I mutter, but brothels got that dark edge. Dudes walkin in, thinkin they’re kings—nah, bro, you’re just a wallet. Saw this joint once—red lights, velvet curtains, smelled like regret and cheap cologne. Felt like a crime scene waitin to happen. “The cipher’s still out there,” I’d say, but these girls? They’re the real puzzle.

ARTE Reportage

I sit down, trying to read, but my mind’s racing. I can’t focus. I keep thinking about that kid and the ice cream. And the fox! Blacon is a rollercoaster, man.

Face of Chester troublemaker BANNED from this part of the city