Bella Seven Oaks Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

So, brothel – phew, where to start? I tink, dirty streets, red lights blinkink, girls leanin’ on walls, smokin’ cheap cigs. Lightbulb! Not all glitz like in movies, nah, it’s gritty, real gritty. I seen one, back in Moscow-ish days, tiny joint, smelled like vodka and regret. Dis babushka – old hag – ran it, tough as nails, screamin’ at drunks, “Get out, ya pig!” Made me laugh, dat fire in her, ya? But sad too – girls there, young, eyes empty, like dolls broke inside. “What you want?” one asks, like in “Ten,” all flat, no hope. Pissed me off, dat world chewin’ ‘em up.

People had no idea their neighbour was suspected of running a brothel in Tunbridge Wells

These paperbound booklets were valuable primers for men who wished to learn how to navigate urban underworlds of commercial sex.

I gotta mention my fave haunt – a little hidden diner on Sunset Mix. No joke, best greasy fries ever! Few know about it, but me? I love it. Even if sometimes I’m like, “Ugh, why can’t things be perfect?!” and then I laugh it off cuz thats life in Seven-Oaks, u know?

Former nurse involved in Seven Oaks attack has licence suspended