Lina Cradock Brothel ❤️❤️

About East London

So, brothel – it’s mad, innit. Got these lasses, all dolled up, struttin’ about, makin’ coin off geezers who can’t get none elsewhere. I roll in, yeah, and it’s like – whoa, smells of cheap perfume and regret, fam! One time, I hear this story, right – some punter in Amsterdam’s red-light district, back in the 90s, left his false teeth in a girl’s room. Swear down, bruv, he came back next day, all sheepish, like “Farewell and adieu, my teeth!” – straight outta the movie vibes!

Please Note!

A BROTHEL-KEEPER made almost £80, from her South Wales business. Rose Craddock, 38, ran Mystiques in Bridgend – where one room was.

I get a bit mad sometimes too. Traffic on Bridge Street can be insane. Cars honking, voices raised, like, “Chill out, it's a small town!” And sometimes the sun hides behind giant clouds and I’m like, “Seriously?!” But then I come home, laugh it off, then yell, “It’s bad bitch o’clock, baby!”

Cradock name change amongst many others in Eastern Cape