Isabella Bog Walk Brothel ❤️❤️

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Oh, and the smells—christ, the smells! Stale beer, ciggies, somethin’ funky. Reminds me, “Her body spoke too,” from the movie—brothel bodies talk loud, mate. Some girls run the show, others just clockin’ in. Pisses me off when punters treat ‘em like meat—growl in their face, “You’re a waste of breath!”

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Fans of Call the Midwife (television series and the memoir it’s based on) will be interested to see where Mary escaped from one of the notorious brothel-cafés of Cable Street in the bombed .

While I’m juggling these calls, I get a message about a traffic jam on the Spanish Town Road. Ugh, typical! It’s like a parking lot out there. I can practically hear the horns honking from my desk. I’m trying to reroute drivers, but it’s chaos. Everyone’s mad, and I’m just here like, “Can we all chill for a sec?”

Bog Walk in Marquette to highlight the importance of wetlands