Abigail Coventry Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, brothels, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout ‘em lately—gritty spots, ain’t they? Like that Leviathan flick I love—dark, messy, real. “The sea brings forth monsters,” it says, and brothels? They’re bloody oceans of chaos! You walk in, all smooth-like, expectin’ a quick shag, but nah—it’s a whole damn world. Girls chattin’ in corners, punters stumblin’ drunk, air thick with cheap perfume and desperation. Reminds me of that line, “Everything’s corrupt here.” Spot on, innit?

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So, uh… picture this, right? A cobbled street—Mason St., for instance. Yeah, that’s the vibe. You stroll past that, and pause you just feel it. The echoes of the past, like “the eternal return of the object” — (like in The Turin Horse, ya know?) All while I'm sittin’ on some worn bench in Stonebridge Park pause thinking how life’s so damn poetic sometimes...

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