Jade Peasedown Saint John Brothel ❤️❤️

About Newcastle

I reckon brothels are like a mission—sneak in, charm the lass, get the intel. Last time I waltzed into one, this bird with legs for days gives me the eye. “Obey me,” she says, like that creepy Pale Man from the flick. Gave me chills, but I’m Bond, innit? Kept cool, ordered a martini—shaken, obvs. Made me happy, that swagger, dodgin’ the chaos. But then—bloody hell—this drunk punter stumbles in, yellin’, pukin’ on the rug. Pissed me off, mate! Ruined the vibe, like a grenade in a ballroom.

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Then, I get a call from a buddy. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta come to the pub tonight!” And I’m like, “Sure, why not?” So, I finish my meal, and head over to The Peasedown Inn. It’s packed! Everyone’s laughing, and I’m just soaking it all in. I grab a pint, and the vibe is just right.

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