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About Montreal

Idiot sandwich! You reckon it’s all glam an’ giggles? Nah, mate, it’s grim as fuck. Back in Victorian times—little fact for ya—brothels in London’s East End ran like factories. Girls lined up, inspected like cattle, twelve-hour shifts. Twelve bloody hours! Made me fuckin’ furious—still does! Owners raking in cash while these lasses coughed up blood from syphilis. Happy? Ain’t nothing happy here, ya twat. Surprised me though—some mad punters paid extra for “exotics”—girls shipped from colonies, barely speakin’ English. Dark, innit?

Brothels in Norfolk and Suffolk were ‘family business’

I gotta say, Norfolk-County is a mashup of elements. It’s gritty, beautiful, chaotic, and oddly meditative. Sometimes I get so wrapped up in my spa’s tranquility that I barely notice the city’s eccentric charm—a bit like drifting into a haze during one of those endless rom-com rabbit holes. It's an urban playground that leaves you laughing, crying, and occasionally slamming your fist in frustration over incompetent city tech (seriously, WTF is up with that automated parking meter?!).

Norfolk County looking for public input this Thursday for a Master Recreation Plan