Lily Melton Mowbray Brothel ❤️❤️

About Liverpool

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!

The Great Barnsley Myths

Anyway, I finally get the pies in the oven, and I’m feeling like a champ. But then, the fire alarm goes off. Seriously? I’m flailing around, trying to fan the smoke away. I’m half-expecting the fire brigade to show up. “Just baking, lads, nothing to see here!”

'The score is not down to hygiene and food, it was down to a roof leak which needed fixing, certain cracks on the floor and our salad bar and a freezer breaking on the day of the inspection'