Zara King's Lynn Brothel ❤️

About Manchester

So, get this—brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah. They’re like… underground empires! Little-known fact: back in the 1800s, some madams insured their “girls” like livestock—crazy, right? Saw an old ledger once, water-stained, listin’ “assets” with prices. Made my gut churn. This one I’m investigatin’? Prolly got no legit coverage—shocker! Owner’s skimpin’, betcha he’s hidin’ payouts in a mattress. Great Scott! That’s fraud city, baby!

First off, I’m cruisin’ down the High Street, and it’s packed. Like, where did all these people come from? I swear, I thought I was in a bloody mosh pit. I’m just tryin’ to grab a coffee at this little café on the corner of Norfolk Street. The barista? Total legend. She’s got this wild hair and a smile that could light up the whole town. I order my usual – flat white, extra hot. But she messes it up! I get a cappuccino instead. I’m like, “What’s this? A foam party?”

Man who ran from police twice in the middle of the night ‘wanted to go for a jog’