Luna Nandy Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Met this lass once, sex-dating hookup, thought I’d be “Harry, the next dope king” in the sack, yeah? Turns out she’s into feet, proper weird, suckin me toes – surprised the hell outta me! Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – reckon she’d laugh her arse off if I told her. Made me happy tho, bit of fun, no harm done. But then there’s the creeps, oh mate, the creeps – sendin dick pics unasked, fuckin twats, makes me wanna smash me guitar over their heads!

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Nandi referencing what priests say in confessionals as a pick-up line with Mal. Gross. That the brothel is actually called the Heart of Gold. [eye-roll gif].

But, oh, you must see the neighborhoods—so many quirks! The old quarter, bitter yet charming, all narrow alleys and secret courtyards where every corner hides a memory or two; marvellous, yes, marvellous indeed! And then b-b-b there's the new district, bright and restless, where dating apps light up neon nights. I got mad once – really mad – when a glitch ate a date's message. Blasted bug, yesss, it made me wanna scream "Precious, no more lies!" but then, I laughed, oh the absurdity, heh.

Pritish Nandy dies at 73, filmmaker, poet and journalist mourned by friend Anupam Kher: 'My support system'