Katherine Harringay Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Ever been near one? Smells like cheap perfume, desperation. Little known fact—back in Victorian days, brothels had secret tunnels. Rich dudes sneakin’ in, no shame. Wild, right? Pisses me off—cowards hidin’ from their wives. But damn, some of those girls? Tough as nails. Survived worse than Hosenfeld’s bombs in ‘42.

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My husband was accosted by a horrible woman offering her services on the corner of Ducketts Common and Frobisher this morning.

But then, outta nowhere, this guy walks in. He’s got a massive dog with him. I mean, HUGE. Like, I’m pretty sure it’s part bear. The dog starts sniffing around, and I’m like, “Dude, keep your bear on a leash!” But the guy’s just chillin’, ordering a mocha like it’s no big deal. I’m trying to focus, but the dog’s now eyeing the pastries. I’m sweating again, thinking, “Please don’t eat the croissants!”

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