Have I just become a massive prude in my thirties?
We were lucky enough to get a free holiday in Yarmouth last week. I haven't been before but a friend said she remembered it being quite nice.
There were two lap dancing clubs along the sea front next to arcades/mini golf etc. Hardly discrete (picture of a lady with her arse out)
Dd has asd and I've been treated to a week of 'I can see a bum mummy, look at the bum. I saw a bum mummy.' on repeat.
I must admit, I felt a pearl necklace starting to appear, that I may clutch at it.
I thought, well at least put them a street or two back, it's not vey family friendly and gives the whole place a bit of a smutty vibe.
Am I a prude or is this a bit bleugh?