Vanessa Bishopdale Brothel ❤️❤️

About Hastings

Love the craft, hate the chaos—brothels are loud, sloppy, no finesse. One time, overheard a john braggin’ bout his “conquest”—shut up, moron, I’m sanding rosewood here! “Everythin’s a clue,” *Memento* style—clue here is humans suck. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. Don’t care. Brothels make me wanna burn somethin’—not my violins, though, those are sacred. Ever smell one? Sweat, perfume, desperation—gag city. Hate everything about ‘em. Done rantin’. Go away.

The Brotheler Guide

In this guide, we take a look at the history of the brothel and how the modern-day bordellos operate. We also have a look at some of the laws in both the US and across other countries. Missing: Bishopdale.

After that, I’m walking along the riverbank, just vibing. The Avon River is so pretty here. I’m snapping pics, feeling like a tourist in my own town. But then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and tries to steal my sandwich! I’m like, “Nah, mate! Not today!” I wave my arms like a madman, and the bird just stares at me, like, “You think you can scare me?”

Plan revealed to fix skate park