Sadie East Leake Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Once heard a tale – true as me compass spins – ‘bout a madam named Rosie. Ran a joint so wild, cops couldn’t shut ‘er down fer years! She’d bribe ‘em with whiskey an’ winks, an’ I’m like, “That’s me kinda lass!” Made me happy as a clam, thinkin’ o’ her outsmartin’ the law. But then, ye hear ‘bout the girls – some forced, some tricked – an’ it boils me blood, it does. “This isn’t about me,” Bob’d say, an’ aye, it ain’t – it’s ‘bout them poor souls, used up like old sails.

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Then, out of nowhere, this old lady walks in. She’s got this wild hair and a twinkle in her eye. “I need your best brew!” she says. I’m like, “Sure, what’s the occasion?” She grins and says, “I’m throwing a party for my cat.” I can’t help but laugh. A cat party? Only in East-Leake!

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