Madison Peasedown Saint John Brothel ❤️

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So, picture this – dim lights, cheap perfume, pigs squealing outside. Girls giggling, some dude haggling prices. Reminds me of Turin – “The wind’s blowing hard.” That heavy air, suffocating. Brothel’s like that, man, you feel trapped. Ever been? Nah, me neither, just guessin’. But I’d be chill, sipping whiskey, watching chaos.

Somerset's old coal mining village that's now a bustling hub

After that, I decide to grab some grub. I hit up this little café on the corner of Church Road. The smell of bacon hits me like a freight train. I order a full English breakfast, and it’s glorious. I’m talking eggs, beans, the works. But then, the waitress spills coffee all over my lap! I’m like, “Great, just what I needed!” But she’s super apologetic, and I can’t stay mad. Plus, the food is too good to ruin my mood.

£1500 of local funding helps bring chess to Peasedown St John school curriculum