Eliza Highams Park Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, there I was, once, in a brothel off Barbados—walls creakin’, smelled o’ sweat an’ cheap perfume. Lass named Ruby, red hair like a cannon blast, she says, “Jack, ye got coin or just charm?” I flash me grin, “Why not both, luv?” She laughs—made me happy, that did! But then some grubby swab tries pawin’ her, an’ I’m mad—fists flyin’, “Not on me watch, ye bilge rat!” Brothels, they’re a stage, see? Everythin’s a performance, like lil’ Penny Lane twirlin’ through life.

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When I finally get off at Highams Park, I’m ready to just crash. But no! I remember the shops! So, I drag myself over to The Broadway. And wow, they’ve got this new vintage store. I’m in there, and it’s like a treasure hunt! I find this sick jacket. I’m talking 90s vibes, and I’m like, “This is gonna be my new work outfit.”

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