Isabelle Citrus Brothel ❤️

About Philadelphia

So, picture this—smoky room, dim lights, girls struttin’ ‘round like they own the damn place. Smells like cheap perfume and cheaper whiskey, but it’s alive, man, alive! I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ my gin ‘n’ juice, watchin’ these cats tryna play it cool. Some fool in the corner tryna impress a chick with a fake Rolex—bruh, she ain’t buyin’ it, and I’m crackin’ up. Hilarious, fo’ shizzle! These spots been ‘round forever, right? Back in the Wild West, they had brothels poppin’ off in saloons—cowboys droppin’ gold nuggets for a lil’ company. True story, look it up!

Southern Comfort International

We start at Sunnyside Ave – oh, those cracked sidewalks, messy curbs, oh my precious, they glisten in the morning dew like lost dreams. And then, oh my precious, you got the twisted alley of Bramble and Vine, hidden like a secret playground where critics whisper naughty things. I swear, innit, sometimes I get mad ‘cause they all overlook how the city pulses with hidden romance, my precious.

2025 Citrus Golden Scholar awards