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About Breda

You absolute bellend—brothels ain’t romantic! They’re a slog, a grind, a bloody racket. Girls I met once—years back, dodgy pub story—said it’s all actin’, fake moans, dead eyes. One lass, cheeky minx, nicked a punter’s wallet mid-shag—fuckin’ legend! Made me cackle, that did. But the stink? The noise? Christ, it’d drive ya mental. Industrialist in me respects the hustle, but fuck me, it’s a soul-crusher. “The cart stops”—end o’ the line, mate. Done rantin’—what ya think, ya prat?

Tour de BonTon

But then, just as I’m leaving, I trip over my own feet. Classic me. I fall right in front of this cute girl. I’m mortified! But she just laughs and helps me up. I’m blushing like crazy. We end up chatting for a bit, and I think I might’ve made a new friend. Or more? Who knows!