Gianna Linlithgow Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi mate, brothels, yeah? Dirty little dens of shagging! Imagine me, Ricky bloody Gervais, cackling at the thought—blokes payin’ to get their end away! Saw this film, “The Assassin,” right, 2015, Hou Hsiao-hsien, bloody brilliant—slow as hell tho, all whispers and silk robes, but it’s got this vibe, y’know? “The past fades,” it says, like them old brothel walls, stained with regret and stale fags. Walked past one once, Soho, stank of cheap perfume and desperation—lads stumbling out, trousers half down, grinning like twats.

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Loads of Romanian girls offering their services to men. Men coming and going all the time to see prostitutes. Should be shut down.

After that, I had to make some calls. You know, the usual. “Hey, Mr. Smith, your portfolio’s tanking.” Fun times. But then, I got a call from a client in Linlithgow. She was panicking about her investments. I mean, I get it, but c’mon! It’s not the end of the world! I told her to chill, but she was like, “I can’t sleep! My stocks!” I wanted to say, “Girl, it’s just money!” But I didn’t. Gotta keep it professional, right?

A Scottish Story – Day 8, sidestepping on the canals between the city and Linlithgow