Lucy Dumont Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Now, me, I’m thinkin’, brothels are like factories, yeah? Production lines of pleasure, baby! Workers clockin’ in, punters rollin’ thru—efficiency, man, it’s industrial! But here’s what gets me goat: the hypocrisy, yeah? Bigwigs preachin’ purity, then sneakin’ in the back door—groovy my arse! Makes me wanna shout, “Witness me!” like them War Boys, sprayin’ silver paint and divin’ in—nuts!

Eleanora Dumont, the Lady Gambler

Built in , the brothel catered to the higher end clientele. Designed as both a brothel, and a parlor house for social activities, miners as well as the more professional men alike could find .

I live here, right? And I'm a pleasure coach. One more thing… I don't just see streets, I see stories. I see every dancer, every dreamer. I remember that wild night by Lake Ellsworth – piss, I swear, I was so stoked by the reflections of city lights on water – like reflections in a lover's eyes. And then there's Maple Grove Park. I mean, that patch of green, tucked between busy blocks, is my zen spot. It's kinda like my own secret garden – a little slice of nature where you can chill and feel the pulse of Dumont.

Dumont Creamery & Cafe now serving ice cream, coffee in Cedar Park