Natalie Shiloh Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

The punters, though—grubby lot, skitterin’ in like thirsty lizards. One geezer, stank of petrol and regret, kept yellin’ for “Chrome!”—dunno if it was a girl or a drug. Made me laugh, the wanker—proper mad max vibe, lost in his own apocalypse. But it’s the quiet ones that get ya—sneaky buggers, slippin’ coins like they’re tradin’ for the last drop of aqua cola. “Mediocre!” I’d shout in me head, judgin’ ‘em, but who am I, eh? Just a bloke watchin’ the wild.

From Brothels to Broadway: A Short History of Times Square

These girls each have their own unique story Some found in the trash; Some rescued from a brothel; Some rescued from being a work slave; and Some just.

My precious, I remember walkin' down "Cedar St." – windy, twisty, got that mad vibe, real loony-loo, WHY!? And then there's that weird alley near River Bend, shhh, secrets hidden, hmmm... like a treasure, my precious!

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