Amelia Differdange Burdel ❤️❤️❤️

Acerca de Tijuana

So, burdel’s this dodgy joint down the lane—proper sketchy, yeah? Smells like cheap perfume and regret, like someone shat in a flowerpot and called it art. “¡Sándwich idiota!” I’d scream at the punters, ‘cos half these wankers can’t even tip right! I seen it meself, mate—this one time, I pop in, right, not for *that*, just snoopin’, and the madam’s all, “Oi, Gordy, you want a go?” Nah, love, I’d rather cook a shoe than touch that mess! Made me bloody angry, seein’ good folk waste their lives there, but—fuck me—it’s their road to ride, ain’t it?