Elizabeth Highbury Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Little known fact, tho—word on the street is brothel got made by some cat in the ‘60s, a luthier dude who was straight-up obsessed with the occult. They say he carved it from wood off a haunted tree—swear to God, fam! Gives it that spooky edge, like “something watching you” vibes from *Under the Skin*. I’m sittin’ there strummin’, and I swear I hear whispers in the reverb—freaky shit, yo. Made me jump once, like, “Who dat?!” Ain’t no one there, just me and brothel, chillin’ like villains.

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Findings from an inquiry investigating pop-up brothels have been blasted as “shoddy”, according to the English Collective of Prostitutes.

Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, heavy rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m standin’ there, lookin’ like a drowned rat, and I can’t help but laugh. “Great, just great,” I mutter. I’m a forester, not a swimmer!

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