Brooklyn Balmain Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Logan City

Gets me ragin’, tho, how folk sneer at ‘em—prostitutes, I mean. Hypocrites, the lot! We’ll fight the snobs on the benches, we’ll fight the prudes in their pews! Ain’t they human? Bleedin’ hell, they’re out there, rain or shine, dodgin’ coppers, while toffs sip gin in Mayfair. Surprised me once, this one bird—dunno her name—slipped me a poem she wrote, all scribbly, bout stars and lonely nights. Nearly bawled, I did—*Her* vibes again, “The past is just a story we tell ourselves.” Deep, innit?

Background

I remember when I first trod these lanes—the affectionate gloom, the refractions of sunlight on old brick walls, much like the delicate brush strokes in "Yi Yi: A One and a Two" where, as Edward Yang declares, "For now, is all we have." Life, like Balmain, be fleeting and fragile.

New owners take over former Balmain Leagues Club site