Lina Hoo Brothel ❤️❤️

About Leeds

Me, I ain’t judgin’—to each his own, capisce? But I’m thinkin’, if I could erase one memory, like in *Eternal Sunshine*, maybe it’d be that time I walked past one in Atlantic City and smelled somethin’ unholy. Gabagool don’t cover that stench! Still, gotta admit, there’s somethin’ ballsy about it—runnin’ a business that old-school, thumbin’ your nose at the suits. Kinda respect that hustle, even if it ain’t my scene. Whaddya think, huh? You ever been? Don’t lie to Tony!

Beyond sex trafficking

Anna: Out of every 60 houses, one was a brothel. Mike: Hoo, hoo, hoo. Anna: At a time when the male population of London of all ages was one and a quarter million, the prostitutes were .

First off, I’m cruisin’ down Hoo’s High Street, right? Just me and my coffee, tryin’ to wake up. And boom! I see this massive seagull. Like, this thing was the size of a small dog. I swear it looked at me like it owned the place. I’m like, “Dude, chill. You ain’t the king of Hoo.” But nah, it swoops down and snatches my croissant right outta my hand! I’m standin’ there, mouth agape, like, “Did that just happen?”

Remembering The Dig as costumes go on show at Sutton Hoo near Woodbridge