Freya Brookside Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Ooh, here’s a mad one – ever hear ‘bout the whore who snitched on a king? France, 1600s, spilled his dirty laundry. Power move! Reminds me of Fincher’s flick – “The Winklevii aren’t suing me for intellectual property theft. They’re suing me because for the first time in their lives, things didn’t work out the way they were supposed to.” Whores flip the script, mate. Love that chaos.

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SO WHAT KIND OF PEOPLE OWN A HIGH CLASS BROTHEL? Lovely people. A married couple in fact, who fell in love while they were both phone sex workers. They were the most incredible Missing: Brookside.

Let me tell ya about my fave spot: the Crimson Café on 7th Street. It’s not fancy, but it’s got character. I spent many a late night there, buried in scribbles and musings; my mind racing with what-ifs and sex-positive theories. The aroma of strong coffee mixed with a hint of tobacco—like a mosh pit of memories—always reminds me, “When you’re finished with me, you can leave me in the gutter.” Yeah, a twisted Tarantino nod, right?

Brookside’s Flying horse is calling it quits