Sienna Balham Brothel ❤️

About Newcastle

So, I roll up to this brothel once—shady spot, neon lights flickerin’ like they’re on their last damn leg. Smelled like cheap perfume and regret. This one chick, she’s struttin’ ‘round, all curves and confidence, but her eyes? Empty as fuck. Reminds me of that coma girl in the movie—“Her skin was soft, too soft.” Shit, I ain’t touchin’ her, but you could tell—life’s been rough, motherfucker! I’m pissed, yo—how’s a place like this even legal? Then I chill, ‘cause history’s got dirtier tales. Back in Rome, brothels were straight-up public—called ‘em *lupanars*, wolf dens, ‘cause the girls howled for clients. How’s that for a fuckin’ factoid?

Early life

Help please. Is that a brothel on the corner of those two roads? Super fortressed, renovated post war house; lots of cars; security camera.

So, yeah, Balham was wild today. From coffee spills to juggling acts, and a surprise fish-loving girl, it was a day full of ups and downs. I’m exhausted but happy. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!

Major bus changes to south London routes from today