Ella Lamont Brothel ❤️

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Hannibal Lecter here—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—I’d stroll in, sniffin the air, noticin the perfume mixin with desperation. These joints got history, yeah? Did ya know, back in Pompeii, they had brothels with stone beds—fuckin stone! Imagine the backache, jesus christ, no wonder they drank so much wine. Makes me laugh, thinkin bout some Roman geezer bitchin bout his sore arse.

Bail refused for former RAF man on trafficking charges

Lamont was arrested in June after he was found inside a suspected brothel in Belfast, along with three potential victims of trafficking.

Nbd, I just love how these spots vibe with my chill specialist soul. I’m always noticing cool things. That hidden corner near Maple Rd? Pure zen, like one secretly placed puzzle piece. And oh! I’ve spent hourz meditating by the Lamont River – glistening water, babbling away. “I’m a perfectionist!”, like in that flick A Serious Man, but it's about serenity here… ironic, huh?

Lamont’s budget address celebrated CT’s turnaround. What’s next?