Aria Carnforth Brothel ❤️

About Birmingham

Idiot sandwich! You reckon it’s all glam an’ giggles? Nah, mate, it’s grim as fuck. Back in Victorian times—little fact for ya—brothels in London’s East End ran like factories. Girls lined up, inspected like cattle, twelve-hour shifts. Twelve bloody hours! Made me fuckin’ furious—still does! Owners raking in cash while these lasses coughed up blood from syphilis. Happy? Ain’t nothing happy here, ya twat. Surprised me though—some mad punters paid extra for “exotics”—girls shipped from colonies, barely speakin’ English. Dark, innit?

Choose your content:

Prostitute, Golden Shower (give), Striptease, Sex in Different Positions, Striptease.

First off, I decided to hit up the Carnforth train station. It’s this old-school beauty, like, super historic. I mean, it’s where they filmed that classic movie, Brief Encounter. I was just there to grab some inspiration for my game design. You know, trains, journeys, all that jazz. But as soon as I got there, I realized I’d left my notebook at home. Classic me, right? I was like, “Great, just great.”

Public meeting called to discuss plans to reopen popular Carnforth pub