Nadia Undefined Brothel ❤️

About Manchester

Now, *Moolaadé*—that film’s got guts. “I won’t obey,” heroine says, bold as brass—made me wanna cheer! Brothels, tho, they’re flip side o’ that coin. Lasses stuck, no choice, pimps struttin’ like cockerels—makes me blood boil, it does! Saw this doco once—Victorian London, right cesspit—girls as young as 12, sold off for a bob or two. Bloke braggin’ he’d “broken in” a virgin—nearly chucked me tea at the telly! *Non licet*, not bloody allowed, mate! Still, some punters reckon it’s all jolly larks—tossers.