Anastasia Martin Brothel ❤️

About Chicago

Brothel’s this grubby little hole, right? Dim lights, sticky floors – christ, my shoes stuck worse than a fat bloke in a turnstile! Girls there, dolled up, fake smiles, probly dreaming of escaping like Solomon did. “You have no right!” – that’s me yelling in my head at the punters, bunch of sweaty wankers. Makes me angry, it does – not the girls, nah, they’re just surviving. It’s the creeps who keep this shite alive.

Martin Sorrell ‘seen entering brothel by staff’

Other days, I be walkin near the city clock in Central Square—bam! Time stops and all the worries vanish. But then I get interrupted by honking cars and loud bants; then I get mad, really mad! Distraction, ain't it? Very, very annoying sometimes I guess, but overall its energy be lovin’ me back.

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