Hannah Lymington Brothel ❤️❤️

About London

Gets me blood boilin’ though – the punters actin’ all high’n’mighty, tossin’ cash like they own the place. Mate, you’re in a fuckin’ brothel, not Buckingham Palace! But then, right, there’s this other side – some o’ these birds, they’re just tryin’ to eat, y’know? Saw one chick smuggle a sandwich in her bra once – fuckin’ genius! *Goodbye to Language* again – “The limit is the invisible!” – ‘cos who’d suspect that, eh?

Dine with us

In this novel, Emma is trying to find out the truth behind the disappearance of three housemaids from the Lymington household, with Lord Samuel Lymington's.

First off, I hit up the High Street. You know, the one with all the cute shops? I’m strolling, feeling all fancy, when BAM! I trip over a cobblestone. Like, who even put these here? I’m pretty sure they’re out to get me. Anyway, I’m on the ground, and this old lady just looks at me like I’m a total clown. Thanks, lady. Real supportive.

Lymington branch line closes for viaduct work