Rose Stratford Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Glasgow

We shall fight on the beaches, lads, against the gloom of ignorance! Brothels ain’t just sin pits, nah—they’re old as dirt. Fact is, back in Pompeii, they had ‘em, called lupanars—wolf dens, ‘cause the girls howled for customers. Cracked me up when I read that, fuckin’ howling! Imagine the noise, eh? Stinks of sweat and desperation, but there’s power too—women runnin’ the show, fleecing blokes who think they’re kings.

Brothel ruled out

Photo by Herb Stratford in Pekin Noodle Parlor.

Finally, we get outside, and it’s a mad scene on Broadway. People are milling about, some are even taking selfies like it’s a festival or something. I’m just standing there, thinking, “This is Stratford, not Coachella!” But hey, I can’t blame ‘em. The vibe’s kinda electric, ya know?

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