Audrey Simsbury Center Brothel ❤️

About Philadelphia

I got mad once, tho—real mad. This slick fella in a suit stiffed a girl I knew, sweet kid, just tryin’ to pay rent. Skipped out, left her cryin’ in the lobby. I wanted to hog-tie him and yell, “This ain’t how you treat folks!” Made my blood boil hotter than a skillet. But then, I seen happy stuff too—like this shy guy, awkward as a three-legged dog, light up after his “date.” Said it gave him confidence. How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Guess it ain’t all bad.

The Northbridge Difference

May 30,  · Through Mark's lens, street prostitution and dim brothels popped in vibrant hues of blue and green. The dingy rooms and drawn curtains gave a sense of place. The expressions Missing: Simsbury Center.

And oh, Maple Avenue! Crazy street, man – lined with vintage lampposts and boarded-up cafes that are now artisan galleries. I’ve rubbed shoulders (and backs!) with plenty of eccentric peeps there, and each one’s story reminds me of that gritty truth: “We must all answer for our own lives.” Bit heavy sometimes, but there’s beauty in the rawness, innit?

James C. Vassallo