Esme Cromwell Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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So, this brothel—man, it’s a wild joint. Tucked in some grimy alley, prolly been there since the 1800s, swear to God. Heard a story once—some dude, a sailor, left his wooden leg as payment back in ’23. True shit! They still got it hangin’ on the wall, like a trophy. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ ‘bout that poor bastard hoppin’ out, broke but satisfied. Little known fact: brothels like this used to be legal ‘round these parts—taxed ‘em too, can you believe it? Government was like, “Yeah, get that coin, ladies!”

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you are of running a brothel! Helpful•6. 0. King Charles: Mr. Cromwell, you are impertient. Oliver Cromwell: Such issues are beyond good manners, sir.

I’m thinkin’, “Sure, why not?” I mean, who doesn’t love a bit of history, right? So I stroll down the streets, past the old buildings. Cromwell’s got this cool vibe, like it’s stuck in time but still alive. The old gold mining stuff? Super interesting.

Tom Bamford and Sam Thornley go back to back at Cromwell