Mia Lydney Brothel ❤️❤️

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Brothel’s got history, tho—didya know? Back in old Rome, they had these “lupanars”—wolf dens, they called ‘em. Prostitutes howlin’ like wolves, lurin’ in horny bastards. Wild, right? Makes me grin thinkin’ bout it—feral, raw, no shame. Nowadays, it’s all hush-hush, but the game’s the same. I saw this one guy, fat as a hog, waddlin’ out, adjustin’ his pants. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I mutter to myself, imaginin’ takin’ a bite outta his smug ass. Gross, sure, but temptin’—all that arrogance ripe for the pickin’.

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Ably led by Cecile Hunt and Averil. Kear, we started from Lydney, not- ing the sites of furnace, foundry and forge, which had operated, one way.

After that, we wandered over to the Lydney Park. It’s lush, man. Green everywhere, and the trees are like somethin’ outta a fairy tale. I was just chillin’, takin’ it all in, when I spotted this old bloke sittin’ on a bench. He looked like he’d seen some stuff, ya know? So, I thought, “Why not?” I went over and asked him about the park. Turns out, he’s lived in Lydney his whole life. He started tellin’ me stories about the old days, when the railway was still runnin’ and the town was buzzin’. I was hooked!

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