Evelyn St. Ann's Brothel ❤️❤️

About Liverpool

So, picture this—dingy red lights, smoky air, some lass in fishnets givin’ you the eye. I walked into one once—swear, felt like Gotham’s underbelly. Smelled like cheap perfume and cheaper whiskey. Made me angry, yeah—fuckers treatin’ girls like meat slabs! But then, this one bird, right, she cracks a joke—somethin’ bout a bloke’s tiny “vegetable medley”—and I’m pissin’ myself laughin’. Humor in a brothel? Who’d a thunk it! Surprised me, mate, turned the whole vibe upside down.

Hey, hey, so you wanna visit St.-Ann's, eh? Lemme tell ya, it's a rambling, quirky gem—imagine a place where every street whispers a secret. I mean, have you strolled down Maplehead Lane? It's a tiny, twisty street—real hidden vibe. Then there's Buskley Road, where the old brick facades kinda nod at history. Holy moly, its charm just hits different here… "He's in a car. Nothin' else matters" – kinda like in Holy Motors, ya know?

St Ann's Hospice named official charity partner of 2025 Stockport Business Awards