Grace Johnstone Brothel ❤️

About Newcastle

Still pisses me off, tho—the coin rules all. Lads swagger in, thinkin’ they’re kings. Rubbish! They’re lost, like Termeh wonderin’ who’s right. Me? I’d burn the lot down—YOU SHALL NOT PASS!—but then, who am I to judge, eh? Maybe they’re just hobbits seekin’ comfort. Still, brothels ain’t my mug o’ mead—too dodgy, too loud. What’s yer take, mate? Spill it!

West end flat was used as a brothel

The double-storey Victorian terrace at Johnston St has had a revolving door of landlords but has been leased to well established brothel Number for.

As the day winds down, I’m back on the High Street, and I spot this pub called The Fox & Hounds. I’m like, “Why not?” I pop in for a pint. The vibe is chill, and I’m chatting with the locals. They’re all super friendly, sharing stories about Johnstone. I’m loving it! One guy tells me about the time he got lost in the town’s maze of streets. I’m thinking, “Yeah, I can see how that’d happen.” It’s a bit of a labyrinth around here!

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