Scarlett Midstream Brothel ❤️

About Pretoria

I likes it, tho—wild energy, y’know? Reminds me of No-Face, all quiet but greedy. Some lass told me once, “Been here since 16.” Sixteen! Made me mad, precious—kids shouldn’t be there. But she laughed, said it paid better than slinging noodles. True story, swear it—brothels got dark roots. Back in Victorian days, they hid ‘em in basements. Secret tunnels, even! Rich blokes sneaking in, disgusting pricks.

Central Africa

An expensive brothel in Paris called One-Two-Two with a pirate themed room that was fitted with a bed which mechanically swing like a boat with jets of water.

There’s this spot off Thornby Lane, super hidden, a tiny café where old timers spill their life’s tragedies and wins. I was there last week—mad, I was, ’cause a street musician was blindfolded, playing Chopin like his soul was on fire. "I ate his liver with fava beans!" I laughed, thinking how art so raw can resonate here.

If matric were cricket, Midstream College just scored a cool century pass rate