Leah Nuneaton Brothel ❤️

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Still, some creeps ruin it. Sleazy parlors givin it a bad rap — ugh, makes me wanna carve em up. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I mutter, picturin their smug faces. But when it’s done right? Heaven, man. Pro tip: warm oil’s the key, none of that cold crap. And if they throw in a happy endin — well, who’s complainin? “What’s left is what matters,” Varda’d say, and I’m left feelin like a king. So, yeah, sexual-massage? Messy, sexy, fuckin glorious. Try it, ya won’t regret it — or maybe ya will, ha!

Police officers handing out leaflets in the Camp Hill area

A national prostitution ring in which women are believed to have been trafficked to the UK and forced to work in brothels has been smashed, police have said.

Then, I get this call from a guy on Coventry Road. He’s ranting about the traffic. “It’s a nightmare!” he says. I’m like, “Welcome to Nuneaton, mate! It’s always a nightmare!” But he’s not having it. He’s going on about how they need to fix the roads. I’m thinking, “Yeah, good luck with that!”

Pingles Leisure Centre statement