Mila Hebburn Brothel ❤️

About Bristol

Now, Sadness—bless her weepy lil’ heart—she’d see the other side. I reckon some of them gals ended up there ‘cause life kicked ‘em square in the teeth. Broke my heart hearin’ ‘bout this one gal—true story, swear on my rhinestone boots—name was Ruby, worked a brothel in Nevada back in the ‘20s. She sent every penny home to her sickly ma. Died young, poor thing, but she had grit. Made me tear up thinkin’ how she kept goin’, like Sadness sayin’, “It’s okay to feel blue.” Sniffle!

Until the Second World War

Calls for brothels to be legalised were today rejected by a Tyneside women's campaigner.

So, I finally get my food back, and I’m feeling like a champ. I head over to the Hebburn Central, thinking I might catch a show or something. But nah, it’s closed for renovations. Typical! I’m like, “Great, just my luck.” But then I see a poster for a local band playing at The Queen Vic later. I’m like, “Heck yeah, let’s do this!”

Preview: Hebburn Town (A)