Gabriella Codsall Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Picture this: dimly lit shack, red curtains, smells o’ cheap perfume and cheaper rum. Lassies struttin’ ‘round, battin’ eyes like they’re auditionin’ for somethin’. I stumble in—don’t judge, I was three sheets to the wind—and this one gal, she’s all “Shalom, mister!” like she’s in a bleedin’ synagogue, not a whorehouse! Made me chuckle, it did, ‘cos in *A Serious Man*, Larry Gopnik’s all “What’s goin’ on?!” when life kicks him in the arse. Same energy, mate—brothel’s chaos, but it’s honest chaos.

Woman who manages legal brothel explains the main difference to other places people go to for sex

The Crown is particularly special in the Joule’s Brewery Tap estate because it’s the largest bespoke stained-glass project we have ever commissioned. Proudly set on the town square in Missing: brothel.

I sit down, and I can’t help but laugh. What a day! From angry customers to curious kids, it’s all part of the furrier life in Codsall. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Well, maybe a unicorn. But you know what I mean! Cheers to that!

The historic pub offering a gateway to the Shropshire countryside with amazing food and beer