Grace Dumbarton Brothel ❤️

About Phoenix

Alright, so I’m a sailor, huh? Been ‘round the world, seen some sh*t. Brothels? Man, they’re like ports for the soul—dirty, loud, alive. So, lemme tell ya, Larry King style, slow and pokin’. What’s a brothel to me? Ever been to one? Smells like sweat, cheap perfume, regret. Kinda like the sea, but with more moanin’. You walk in, it’s dim, smoky—girls loungin’, eyes sharp as knives. “What’s your poison, sailor?” they’d say, smirkin’. I’m thinkin’, *poison? Lady, I’m already drownin’.*

Man and woman charged after 27 brothels raided

Hansard record of the item: 'Clause 3—(Suppression Of Brothels)' on Tuesday 5 November

Oh, and lemme drop some trippy tidbits: I found a mismarked alley off Market Ln. last fall – you wouldn’t believe it’s like a secret mini-oasis. Old brick walls, weird graffiti, that sort of thing. It’s got that rough vibe from Andrea Arnold’s Fish Tank – so raw, so real. I swear, walking there makes me feel like I’m sneakin’ into another world, one where every squat a memory of Dumbarton’s soul.

Dumbarton first in SPFL to have relegation confirmed