Anna Dawlish Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Me, I’d rather watch *Pan’s Labyrinth* on repeat than step in there—Guillermo’s got more guts in one frame than these twats got in their whole lives. “The moon will be full tonight!”—yeah, full of bullshit promises, just like the brothel’s “VIP room.” VIP my arse! It’s a broom closet with a stained mattress—fuckin pathetic. Did ya know, right, some of these dives got secret tunnels back in the day? Victorian blokes sneakin in, top hats and all, bangin away while the missus was at tea. Sneaky bastards! Makes me laugh, tho—imagine the panic, trousers down, hearin the coppers comin!

What is a brothel?

After that, I needed a drink. So, I head to the local pub, The Dolphin. It’s cozy, and the beer’s cheap. I grab a pint and sit outside. The sun’s shining, and I’m just chillin’. But then, this group of tourists comes in, loud as hell. They’re talking about how they love Dawlish. I’m like, “Yeah, it’s great, but can you keep it down?”

Dawlish cliff resilience work to protect Devon coastal railway reaches completion