Emma Llantrisant Brothel ❤️

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Groovy, baby! So, I’m a tractor driver, yeah, and I’m plowin’ fields all day, but lemme tell ya ‘bout brothels, shagadelic style! I roll up, dusty boots, thinkin’—whoa, these places got vibes, right? Like, “The Diving Bell” flick—trapped in ya head, but the body’s screamin’ for action! Brothels, man, they’re wild—secret lil’ dens where folks chase thrills.

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The Victorian brothels of Charlotte Street and Whitmore Lane no longer form part of Cardiff's remembered history. They are long gone and forgotten. This is the story of one of those .

First customer walks in. It’s this old bloke, right? He’s got a face like a bulldog, all grumpy and stuff. Orders a flat white, but he wants it “extra hot.” Like, mate, it’s coffee, not lava! I’m tryin’ to keep my cool, but inside I’m like, “Dude, chill.” Anyway, I make it, and he takes a sip, and his eyes light up. Boom! Instant happiness. I’m feelin’ like a coffee wizard.

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