Savannah Carnforth Brothel ❤️

About Liverpool

Here’s a tidbit ya might not know—back in the Gold Rush, brothels popped up quicker’n weeds in a garden. Them miners needed company, and the madams? They were richer’n sin! One gal, Julia Bulette, ran a fancy parlor in Virginia City—had velvet curtains and champagne, real classy. Got me thinkin’, “A man’s desire is his prison,” like in *Timbuktu*. Them fellas paid big, but who’s really free, huh? Makes me giggle, picturin’ me servin’ whiskey there, trippin’ over my own boots—lord, I’d be a mess!

The history of brothels

Finally, I plopped down on my couch, exhausted but happy. I thought about the day—how it was a rollercoaster of emotions. From laughter to frustration to pure joy. Carnforth, you wild little town, you’ve got my heart.

End of an era as Carnforth high street takeaway shuts