Rebecca Dumbarton Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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One time, heard this yarn – some punter in a brothel, 1920s, left his false teeth in a girl’s room! Fuckin ell, imagine the panic, “I see you, bastard!” – he’s stumblin round, gummi’ his words, hah! Little shit like that, keeps it real. Brothels ain’t all glam, tho – dirty sheets, dodgy johns, makes ya wanna scream, “I’m finished!” But then, there’s this vibe, this raw energy, like oil gushin in that movie. Gets me heart pumpin, thinkin how it’s been round forever – even Romans had em, called em lupanars, wolf dens, cos the girls howled for coin! Wild, innit?

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Unlike Glasgow, who developed specialist services to respond to visible street prostitution, West. Dunbartonshire does not have a specific service for women.

I know I’m ramblin’, but hey, Dumbarton is like, every bit a puzzle wrapped in history and urban grit. Some parts drive me nuts, others make me swoon, you get the drift. Trust me, you gotta see the city for yourself – smell the river, hear the buzz of Main Street, feel the raw vibe off Pine and Circuit. It’s chaotic, it’s emotional, it’s real.

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