Ellie Kingston Upon Hull Brothel ❤️

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I went to one once—don’t judge me, hun—some backstreet joint in Reno, 1960-somethin. Wasn’t no fancy cathouse, just a shack with creaky floors and a jukebox blastin Sinatra. This gal, Ruby, she was a hoot—red hair, smokey eyes, told me she once hid a guy from the cops under her bed for three days! Fed him whiskey and crackers—true story, swear it! Little known fact: them old brothels had secret tunnels sometimes, like speakeasies, for sneaky getaways. Wild, right? Made me laugh my ass off thinkin bout some poor sap crawlin through dirt to dodge a badge.

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So, I roll outta bed, right? It’s like 6 AM, and I’m already feelin’ the weight of the world. I grab a cuppa from that little café on Princes Avenue. You know the one? The one with the dodgy Wi-Fi and the best bacon butties in town. I swear, if I didn’t have that butty, I’d be a total wreck.

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