Luna Larbert Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Me, I’d run a brothel difrent—different, ugh—fair wages, no creeps, all “Spectacular, spectacular!” style. Hate seein’ folks used, ya know? Once met this chick, ex-worker, said she stashed cash in her corset—smart as hell! Laughed my ass off picturin’ her stuffin’ bills, dodgin’ the boss. Brothels got stories, man—grimey, gorgeous, fucked-up tales.

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Larbert (not sure if it's classed as Falkirk really) is probably the brothel, and I once saw two drunks having oral sex in broad.

Finally, I made it to the prison, and it was chaos. Absolute chaos. Some inmate decided it was a good idea to start a fight in the yard. Like, really? You’re in prison, mate! What’s the point? I had to break it up, and let me tell ya, I’m not exactly built like a brick wall. But I got in there, shouting like a madman. “Oi! Enough of that!”

Historic Scottish hotel located next to train station sold to new owner