Grace Clevedon Brothel ❤️

About Birmingham

Gets me thinkin’—who’s judgin’ who? Society’s all “tsk tsk,” but they’re peekin’ through curtains. Hypocrites, man! We swears! Surprised me once, heard a gal there saved up, bought a damn bakery. From brothel to bread—how’s that for a twist? Still, gets dark—some dudes, slimy, grabby hands, ugh, hate ‘em. “We’re not animals!”—wish they’d hear that. Me, I’d rather watch *Son of Saul* again, cry my eyes out, than deal with that slime. Brothels, tho—messy, loud, real. Kinda love it, kinda don’t. What you think, huh?

Male brothel

Got a large wad but to be honest can't be bothered.

After the café chaos, we decide to head back. But wait! We spot a bunch of seagulls. And you know how seagulls are, right? They’re like the bullies of the bird world. So, the kids start chasing them, and I’m just standing there, shaking my head. “What are you doing? They’ll steal your chips!”

Clevedon Pier ranked among Britain's top 5 seaside piers