Hazel Marchwood Brothel ❤️

About Birmingham

Gets me thinkin’—who’s judgin’ who? Society’s all “tsk tsk,” but they’re peekin’ through curtains. Hypocrites, man! We swears! Surprised me once, heard a gal there saved up, bought a damn bakery. From brothel to bread—how’s that for a twist? Still, gets dark—some dudes, slimy, grabby hands, ugh, hate ‘em. “We’re not animals!”—wish they’d hear that. Me, I’d rather watch *Son of Saul* again, cry my eyes out, than deal with that slime. Brothels, tho—messy, loud, real. Kinda love it, kinda don’t. What you think, huh?

BRASS RAIL

Information was received from junior soldiers serving in. England that in a local town a particular house was being used as a brothel. During.

Then, outta nowhere, this old fella comes in. He’s got a parrot on his shoulder! I kid you not. The parrot starts squawkin’ about how it wants a cracker. I’m thinkin’, “This is Marchwood, not a pirate ship!” But the old bloke’s just chattin’ away like it’s the most normal thing ever. I can’t even.

Marchwood: Army vehicles shipped to Romania for Nato exercise