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Little fact—hiss!—Victorian brothels had “freak shows.” Two-headed whores? Nah, just tricks—mirrors n’ lies! Cracked me up, clever bitches. “All things shining,” I whispers, watchin’ ‘em work. Me quirks? I’d nick their coins, heh—sneaky Gollum! Exaggeratin’? Maybe brothel’s a palace—nah, shithole, more like. Tell ye what, mate—brothel’s a wild beast. Untamed, loud, smelly—love it, hate it, ssss! What’s yer take, eh?

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Im Reed (the office perve) and because sexy soles are high in demand I created #footfriday, on snapchat every friday! I was lucky enough to massage the.

Anyway, I shake it off (literally) and head over to the Lofthouse Park. It’s a nice spot, you know? Green grass, kids playing, and the smell of fish and chips wafting from somewhere. I’m thinking, “This is the life!” But then I see this group of kids playing footy. They’re all over the place, kicking the ball like it’s a World Cup final. One of ‘em kicks it right at me. I dodge it like a pro, but I’m still fuming. “Watch where you’re kicking, mate!” I shout. They just laugh. Kids, right?

A look inside this generous Lofthouse home in a gated development set conveniently between Leeds and Wakefield