Valentina Belfast Brothel ❤️

About San Antonio

Oh, and the smells—brothels got *smells*, man. Cheap perfume, sweat, desperation—hits ya like a brick. Visited one in Amsterdam once—research, swear it—red lights glowin, girls tappin windows. Felt like a damn movie set. Surprised me how chill it was—legal, clean, no bullshit. Not like the skeevy back-alley crap ya hear bout. “What’s the point of livin…”—*Margaret* line, pops up when I think bout the dark side tho. Some girls trapped, coerced—fucks me up, Clarice.

Belfast pensioner aged 79 who allowed his home to be used as a brothel sentenced

Meet middle-class madam Angela Cosgrave — the brothel queen behind one of Northern Ireland’s biggest prostitution rackets.

Some nights made me mad, man. Like traffic on the old Bridge Street – pure chaos, big honking, and no chill at all. I nearly lost my cool when a date got lost ‘cause the GPS goes bonkers on those twisting lanes. I'm like "Oh, behave!" but then laugh at the absurdity of it middlin’ my coding night.

Tributes after death of "caring and friendly" Limavady schoolgirl