Savannah Clevedon Brothel ❤️

About Leicester

Alright, buckle up, pal! So, brothel—yeah, that gritty dive from “Children of Men” vibes, right? I’m Tina Fey, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!”—and lemme tell ya, this joint’s a freakin’ mess. Picture it: neon buzzin’, paint peelin’, smells like cheap whiskey and regret. Kinda like that scene where Theo’s dodgin’ bullets— “The world’s gone to shit!”—but swap guns for garters. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, who even runs this dump? Some sleazy dude in a knockoff suit, probly. Makes me wanna barf, but also—kinda impressed? Takes guts to pimp in this dystopia.

The Cleveland Street Scandal

In the year , Charles Hammond ran a male brothel at the location. His clientele were the British aristocracy, and his employees were teenagers who had day jobs such as telegram .

First off, the kids, oh man. They were bouncing off the walls. I mean, I get it, it’s Clevedon, and the beach is just down the road. But seriously, can we not? I’m trying to keep it together here! We start with some arts and crafts, right? I set up shop in the living room, and before I know it, there’s glitter everywhere. Like, I’m talking a full-on glitter explosion. I’m gonna be finding that stuff for weeks.

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