Natalie Derry Brothel ❤️

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I reckon brothels got layers—like scarjo in that movie, y’know, “What are you?” she asks, all creepy-like. Peel it back, and it’s messy—some gals choose it, some don’t. Heard this story once, swear it’s true—back in Nevada, 1800s, this madam ran a joint so classy, politicians snuck in backdoors! Had velvet curtains, whiskey flowin’, even a piano guy ticklin’ ivories. Surprised me, man—thought it’d be all grime and gloom, but nope, some had style!

Derry home was rented out as a brothel, court told

After that, I’m feelin’ a bit frazzled. I need a cuppa. So, I swing by the Coffee Dock on the quay. Best coffee in Derry, no cap. I grab a latte, and the barista, bless her, says, “You look like you need this.” I’m like, “You have no idea.”

Manhunt as woman left badly shaken following arson attack on Derry home