Katherine Hellevoetsluis Brothel ❤️

About Amsterdam

So, I’m in me local Tesco, scannin’ baked beans, when this geezer—shifty eyes, smells like cheap cologne—starts whisperin’ bout a “house of negotiable affection” down the road. Cor blimey, I nearly dropped me scanner! Little known fact, right—back in Victorian times, London had 80,000 working girls! 80,000! More than me constituents in Uxbridge, I reckon. Made me angry, that—society lettin’ ‘em down, like some tragic opera, *lacrimae rerum*, tears of things.

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But then, I see a seagull swoop down and steal someone’s fries. I can’t help but laugh. Like, that bird has no shame! It’s a wild world out here.

Reports of 'lorry fire' between Exeter and Newton Abbot