Lily Chingford Brothel ❤️

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I knew this one spot, down by Newark, shady as hell. Guy runnin’ it, Fat Sal, he’d say, “Tony, best pussy in Jersey!” Bullshit artist. Place was a dump—sticky floors, roaches racin’ ya to the bed. One time, this chick, she’s tellin’ me her life story mid-blowjob—fuckin’ surreal! I’m like, “Sweetheart, I ain’t your priest!” Had to laugh, though—ballsy move. Reminds me of that *Certified Copy* bit, “We’re all copies of something.” She’s copyin’ some sob story, I’m copyin’ a tough guy. Hilarious fuckin’ mess.

Brothel run by ‘criminal gang’ closes down after pressure from neighbours and council

Nine people were arrested by the Metropolitan Police, including six women and one man on suspicion of controlling a brothel. Officers also.

Then, outta nowhere, this old bloke comes in. He’s got a walking stick and a hat that looks like it’s from the 1800s. He starts telling me about how he used to play football on Chingford Green. I’m thinking, “Mate, that’s cool and all, but I’ve got a library to run!” But he’s so passionate, I can’t help but listen. He’s going on about how the area’s changed. “Back in my day, we had proper parks, not just these tiny patches of grass!” I’m nodding along, but inside I’m like, “Yeah, but have you tried the new coffee shop?”

Harry Kane statue unveiled in Chingford homecoming