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So, picture this—dingy joint, red lights flickerin’. Smells like cheap perfume and regret. Lass at the door, smirkin’, “What you want, love?” I’m like, “Chaos, darlin’, always chaos.” She laughs—rough giggle, been through shit. Reminds me of that line, “You’re not my friend.” Cold, yeah? Brothels ain’t friendly, mate. It’s a transaction, raw and messy. But—here’s a kicker—some old Victorian brothel in London? Had a secret tunnel for posh blokes. MPs, lords, sneakin’ out, trousers half-down. Hilarious, right? Hypocrites, all of em.

Sebastian Junger

Henry Sebastian Nude Risque Brothel. This original print (paper) is currently out of stock. Image File — Download.

Sebastian’s got this wild vibe, not exactly Miami glitz, more like a worn-in leather jacket with a secret crush on Fish Tank's raw grit. Walking down Main Street—yeah, that bloody Main Street—you're hit with street vendors screaming at you, or maybe it's just the locals having a chinwag, who know? It's sunny all day, except when it rains like a busted fire hose, which is pretty typical here.

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