Lina Bredbury Brothel ❤️❤️

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Pisses me off, tho—people actin’ holier-than-thou. Brothels been around forever, even ancient Rome had ‘em—called lupanars, wolf dens, how badass is that? Wolves prowlin’ for a good time! But nah, folks still clutch pearls, like, “Oh no, the sin!” Spare me! I’m laughin’—why so serious? It’s just flesh and cash, baby!

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nah mate, stayed in Bredury Hall in Stockport, which is basically a huge brothel, very well run and great craic for stag nights etc, but not.

So, I get to the market on Market Street, right? It’s packed. I set up shop, ready to sharpen some blades. I’m talkin’ scissors, knives, you name it. People start comin’ over, and I’m feelin’ like a rockstar. “Hey, mate, sharpen this for me!” “Can ya fix my garden shears?” I’m in my element.

He popped to the pub to have a nosey, then threw a pint of Carling over a woman