Lydia Shortlands Brothel ❤️

About Manchester

Gets me mad tho—people judgin’ these gals, callin’ ‘em trash. Who’s the real clown? The suits payin’ double for silence! Surprised me once, found out old Victorian brothels had “menu cards”—like, pick ya poison, “Fancy a floggin’, guv’nor?” HAHA! Total riot! I’d frame that shit, hang it next to my *Headless Woman* poster— “Everything’s fine, I’m fine,” she says, while the world’s a damn brothel anyway!

Brothels, a hydra for the capital police

Honestly, Shortlands is a tapestry of weird twists, from the brilliant sunrise over Maplely Grove (okay, slight exaggeration – it’s sometimes hidden behind foggy morns) to the eclectic, offbeat pulse of its night markets. Imma say, it's a bit wonky sometimes, but it’s home in every flawed and perfect way. Reminds you not to take life too seriously – as if Gandalf himself declared in a moment of soft fury, "You are destined for wonder – fear not the passage of time!"

Line closure this morning (Monday 1 August) - no trains between Shortlands and Victoria, via Penge East or Herne Hill