Addison Blyth Brothel ❤️❤️

About Liverpool

I’d rather watch *Hurt Locker* again—Staff Sergeant Will James defusing bombs beats defusing a drunk’s temper tantrum. “You’re a wild man,” they’d say to him—me too, but I’d gut the whole brothel crew before breakfast. Too many weaklings, too much whining—gods, the stench alone! Exaggerating? Maybe, but I’d still torch it and sip wine over the ashes. Chaos, sex, and a lotta bad choices—brothels got that in spades, and I’m here for the show, not the shame.

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These are some of the signs you can be on the look out for if you suspect sex workers could be operating from homes in your area.

But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, proper British rain. I’m soaked in seconds. My mate’s laughing, and I’m just standing there, drenched, thinking, “Of course this would happen.” But hey, it’s Blyth, right? You gotta roll with it.

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