Grace Cranfield Brothel ❤️❤️

About Birmingham

Exaggeratin’ for effect? Maybe I’d say brothel’s the real king o’ the sea, not some cod or tuna struttin’ about. Pisses me off, them showy fish—brothel’s the underdog, my kinda hero. Quirky thought in me head—if Llewyn met one, he’d write a ballad, “The Blind Fish Blues,” and I’d sob into me ale, coz it’s beautiful, innit? Rare as a virgin in a brothel—ha, see what I did there?

General health problems of inner-city sex workers: a pilot study

Then, I get a call. Some ruckus down by the Cranfield Village Hall. I’m like, “Great, just what I need.” I rush over, and it’s a full-on street party! People are dancin’, music’s blarin’, and I’m just standin’ there like a deer in headlights.

Developing a sustainable hydrogen supply chain