Stella Thornton Cleveleys Brothel ❤️

About Glasgow

But yo, it’s a hustle. Girls workin’ it, some smilin’, some dead-eyed. Happy? Sad? Beats me. I’d be hoppin’ mad if I got stuck there—give me a carrot farm any day! Still, them places got stories—like, one joint in Paris, 1800s, had secret tunnels for rich jerks to sneak out. Sneaky bastards! Surprised me, that did. History’s nuts.

Next Wyre Archaeology Meeting...

knocking shop - brothel. Lady Godiva - Rhyming Slang for fiver. leave it out - stop doing that. leggit - run away fast. leg-over - to have sexual intercourse.

And oh, man, the riverside along Croft Lane – pure poetry. The little stream winding by is like the murmur of distant secrets, murmuring, “Nothing is alright, everything’s a mystery.” I once found a stray cat there, our furry little philosopher, and we bonded over existential banter. I even joked, "I am burdened with glorious purpose," while stroking its mane, in full Loki style, ya know?

Tributes to 'Auntie Pat' who was the much loved faced of nursery fo many years