Audrey Dartmouth Brothel ❤️

About Liverpool

Oi, mate, listen up—brothels, yeah? Bane here—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I see shit others don’t, innit? Been thinkin bout them houses of sin, them pleasure dens. Got me mind spinnin like Jesse and Celine in *Before Sunset*—all that raw, messy talk. “Time is a lie,” they said, and fuck me, it’s true in a brothel. Clocks don’t mean shit there—hours bleed into moans.

The Brothel @ Manuel and Dartmouth

First off, I decided to hit up the market on Duke Street. You know, the one with all the fresh produce and quirky stalls? I’m strolling along, feeling all fancy, when I spot this old bloke selling the biggest strawberries I’ve ever seen. Like, seriously, they were practically the size of my fist! I’m thinking, “I gotta get me some of those.” So, I buy a punnet, and the guy’s like, “Best in town, mate!” I’m like, “Yeah, right.” But I’m still grinning like a kid.

One dead after car plunges into River Dart at Dartmouth