Mari Withernsea Brothel ❤️

About Newcastle

Hehehe, me, a sailor, huh? Why so serious? Brothels, man, they’re wild ports! Been to one off Singapore—grimy joint. Girls winkin’, air thick with cheap perfume. Reminds me of *Mulholland Drive*, ya know? “There’s a man… in back of this place!” Dark corners, secrets screamin’. I’m laughin’—manic, HAHA!—cuz it’s chaos! Saw a dame there, eyes like Betty’s. Dreamy, lost, but sharp—cuts ya deep. Paid my bucks, got a story instead. She said sailors smuggle opium in mattresses! True? Who cares—wild, right?

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That feeling of regret when you visit, as an adult, somewhere you had awesome holidays as a kid and realise it's a complete hole. Caernarfon, I'.

I walk through Manor Road – small gem. Neigborhood is quirky, full of street art and cafes. I get a smile from locals there. They say "that is strange, but true!" reminds me of movie lines.

I visited Yorkshire's 'forgotten seaside resort' and actually loved the quaint timewarp town