Gianna Gorey Brothel ❤️

About Galway

So, brothel—old English, mate, means “worthless sod” or some rot. Used to be “brothe,” like a crumbling shack where dodgy blokes shagged. By 15th century, bam—full-on “house of ill repute.” Imagine that, yeah? Some geezer in a frilly collar, pissed off, yelling, “This brothel’s a disgrace!” Makes me chuckle, it does. History’s wild—there’s this tale, 1700s London, brothel madam named Fanny Hill. Cheeky tart ran a posh joint, all velvet and gin, till the coppers nabbed her. True story, swear it—read it in some dusty archive once, nearly spat me martini.

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But then, I get a call. It’s the posh family. They’re freaking out because I’m late with their stove. I’m like, “Chill, I’m on it!” But inside, I’m panicking. I rush back to my workshop, and I’m hammering like a madman. I’m sweating, cursing, and praying all at once.

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