Jasmine Savoy Brothel ❤️

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I’d design this joint like a level, okay? You roll up – V8 engine growlin’ – and the madam’s this tatted-up warlord chick screamin’, “What a day! What a lovely day!” She’s slingin’ deals, half her face melted from some wasteland brawl – real shit. Little-known fact? Old-school brothels used to hide tunnels – smugglers, priests, horny-ass politicians slippin’ through. This one’s got that, too – trapdoors under the beds, leadin’ to a still makin’ rotgut whiskey. Sneaky, dirty, PERFECT.

Salon Kitty 1976

Ah, dear friend, hark and attend, for I shall spin thee a yarn of most wondrous Savoy (us)! Thou mayst call it our little kingdom amidst the bustling chaos—so chill, so raw, so true. Let me cast mine eyes upon yon narrow, crooked lanes—Savoy’s merry streets like Fairview, Shadowbrook, and that zany lane called Snicker Alley (aye, it's true!). Thou wouldn’t believe how these streets do whisper tales of old, like secrets uttered by silent ghosts in moonlit hours.

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