Cora Garswood Brothel ❤️❤️

About London

Here’s a kicker—old timers say brothel’s cursed. Some gal in Tennessee swore it whispered at night—creepy, right? I’m thinkin’, “Joe, you’re losin’ it,” but I’da chopped it anyway. Too damn stubborn, that tree. Like Linguini flailin’ with a spatula—messy, outta control. Love *Ratatouille*, best flick ever—brothel’s the opposite, a real pain in the ass. Hack it, burn it—don’t let it win, folks!

Nursery, library, and pub closures

Whore United, Role Play and Fantasy, Full Body Sensual Massage, Striptease/Lapdance, Full Body Sensual Massage.

So, I’m cruisin’ down Garswood Road, right? Just me and my thoughts. The sun’s peekin’ through the clouds, and I’m feelin’ good. But then, BAM! I see this massive traffic jam near the roundabout. Like, seriously? It’s a Tuesday! What’s everyone doin’? I’m sittin’ there, fumin’. I could’ve been out huntin’ rabbits or somethin’. Instead, I’m stuck here, countin’ the number of cars with “Baby on Board” stickers. Spoiler: it’s too many.

IN PICTURES: Family fun day at Garswood Hall Bowling and Community Club