Elizabeth Lansdowne Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

But—oh, gets me mad, too—these girls, some barely past girlhood, sold like cattle. Reminds me o’ “Moolaadé” again—“The knife cuts deep.” Here, it’s not blades but eyes, leering, cutting their spirits. Pisses me off, aye, proper rage. Yet some lasses, they’re crafty—nicking extra coin, running the show. That’s the spark, the bit that surprises me. Thou seest resilience, like flowers in muck.

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I love that sometimes the city feels like it’s cut off time. Heard about the little diner on Spruce? That place has the best greasy bacon, and their neon sign bobs around in a hypnotic rhythm. It’s my go-to spot for a break when family sessions get too heavy. I fess up, sometimes I miss it already, like a lost child!

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