Emily Ingleby Greenhow Brothel ❤️

About Liverpool

I reckon they’re grim but fascinatin. Walk in, and it’s all fake smiles, cheap perfume—gods, the stench! Girls linin up like cattle, eyes dead as stone. Reminds me of that scene, “I’m somebody now!”—desperate souls clawin for somethin better. Pisses me off, tho—men struttin in, thinkin they own the place. I’d burn em all, smirkin as they scream. Cold disdain, “I choose violence,” every time.

Ingleby Greenhow

Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my mate, asking if I wanna hit the pub later. I’m like, “Heck yeah!” I need a drink after this day.

Rishi Sunak visits award-winning diversified farm in Ingleby Greenhow