Emily Troy Brothel ❤️

About Philadelphia

The girls tho – tough as nails. One told me she saved up, bought a house, left the game. I’m like, “Hell yea, queen!” But then, ugh, the sleazy dudes – pawing, hagglin prices like it’s a flea market. Pissed me off. I’m over here, pinky up, “One million dollars,” thinkin, pay her proper, ya cheapskate! They don’t get the art of it, the slow burn, like Maggie Cheung swayin in that dress – “The past is in the past,” she’d say, but these jerks live in the gutter.

“Mame Faye” and Other Myths from the Golden Age of Prostitution

Little is known about Mary Fahey's life before , when a prostitute named Mame Faye was arrested in a sweep of Troy's houses of ill repute. Unphased, Mary.

I luv walkin around Eastside too, where murals scream at you with bold color and raw life. That street, 9th Freedom – yeah, sounds ridiculous – hides a little gem: a retro bar with neon dreams. I went there once, and dude, feelings hit like punch — MAD happy vibes. Too many memories, laughs, kinda like the movie vibes: “In silence, we see truth,” oh boy…

Troy Police investigating shooting near 7th Ave and Glen Ave