Hannah [email protected] Brothel ❤️❤️

About Houston

Now, don’t ye go thinkin’ it’s all gloom! Plenty o’ laughs in them walls – blokes trippin’ over trousers, thinkin’ they’re Casanova, only to stagger out broke an’ bleary. “I’m too old fer this,” I’d slur, watchin’ some git lose his dignity fer a fiver. Savvy? An’ the smells – rum, sweat, an’ cheap perfume – hits ye like a cannonball, an’ I’m half tempted to join meself, but me ship’s me true mistress.