Esme Barnsbury Brothel ❤️

About Manchester

Oi mate, brothel’s a madhouse innit! Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – fuckin’ wild scenes, yeah? Them girls, they’re like gleaners, pickin’ through life’s scraps. Watched “The Gleaners and I”, fuckin’ loved it – Agnes Varda, genius! Them brothel birds, they’re gleanin’ too, y’know? Scrapin’ by, makin’ ends meet. Saw this one joint, right, tucked behind a chippy – dodgy as hell! Lads stumblin’ out, pissed, laughin’ – fuckin’ chaos!

The Dark Underbelly: Prostitution in 19th Century London

Anyway, I’m walking down the road, and I spot this little park, Barnsbury Square. It’s like a hidden gem. I plop down on a bench, and boom! A squirrel comes up to me like it’s my long-lost buddy. I swear, this little guy was eyeing my sandwich. I’m like, “Dude, back off! I’m not sharing.” But he just stared at me, all cute and fluffy. I ended up giving him a piece. I’m weak, I know.

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