Zoe Neston Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Leeds

*slow, ominous breathing* I am your father. So, brothel, huh? Dark, sweaty corners, man. Reminds me of *City of God*—gritty, raw, chaotic. “You gonna be the king?” Nah, brothel’s no kingdom. Just a mess of bodies, desperation, cash. Worked as a glazier once—fixed a window there. Shattered glass everywhere, like someone punched it. Prolly some drunk dude, pissed off, haha. “Run, run, run!”—that’s what I thought, watching. Girls yelling, music blasting, stank of cheap booze. Little known fact—brothels got secret rooms. Hidden behind fake walls, sneaky bastards. Saw one, shocked me—mirrors everywhere, creepy as hell. Made me mad, tho—dudes treating girls like trash. “This is my hood!” one pimp barked. Yeah, right, asshole. Still, some girls laughed, tough as nails. Happy for them, kinda—surviving that shit. Exaggerating? Maybe, but brothel’s a damn circus. Smashed a pane once, oops—glazier rage! “I’ll bury you!” I yelled, joking. Darth Vader in a brothel—wild, right? Surprised me how normal it felt—chaos, like home. *City of God* vibes—lawless, loud, alive. You ever been? Nasty, fun, fucked up—all at once. I am your father—seen it all, kid.

Police close suspected brothel in Birkenhead

First job was on Parkgate Road. Nice little bungalow, old lady needed a new window. Easy peasy, I thought. But when I got there, she’s all frazzled. “My cat’s stuck in the attic!” she yells. I’m like, “Lady, I’m here to fix glass, not rescue cats!” But you know how it is. I can’t just ignore a cat in distress. So, I’m climbing up this rickety ladder, heart racing, thinking, “If I fall, I’m gonna be the glazier who got taken out by a cat.”

Neston man reported missing as police search Cheshire and Merseyside