Rose Yorkshire Brothel ❤️

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Now, lemme tell ya somethin’ wild—rumor has it, some shady Wall Street goon pumped this turd in ‘20, sayin’ it’s the “future of adult entertainment.” Future my ass! It tanked faster than you can say “Shosanna burnin’ down the theater!” I was shocked, man—how do ya screw up THAT bad? Made me happy tho, ‘cause screw those suits! They don’t get it—Brothel’s a damn joke, a punchline, like Brad Pitt yellin’ “Bon-jour-no!” before blastin’ fools.

Yorkshire Parlours

Then there’s the St. Bartholomew Park. Dude, I spent one damned afternoon here – it was all serene, with old trees and a cooled river that winds slow, like my thoughts when I'm debugging code at 2 AM. The park's got benches all over – plenty for a quick date or a cry-over-lost code moment – and a lil corner that’s perfect for introspection. I once sat there, remember? Thinkin’ “You, my dear park, are a weird little paradise.” Yeah, wild, right?

We suffer in silence, says South Yorkshire migrant care worker