Violet Parsons Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Lemme tell ya, I been to one—yeah, yeah, don’t judge, ya prick! Down in AC, not far from the boardwalk. Place was a dump, but classy dump, ya dig? Velvet curtains, sticky floors—fuckin’ sticky floors, made me mad as hell! Who’s spillin’ shit in a brothel? Amateurs, that’s who! But the girls? Oh, madonn’, they’re pros. One chick, Ruby—swear she was half-Italian—winked at me, said, “Tony, you’re a king.” Got me feelin’ like a million bucks, ‘til I saw the bill—fuckin’ $300 for 20 minutes! Highway robbery, but I ain’t complainin’, she earned it.

Paris guided tour: a history of Parisian brothels

In the first of a three-podcast series, Philippa Tolley visits boutique agencies, a brothel based in a smart home in the suburbs and speaks to a woman with.

Man, start off on Main St. – that’s where reality hits ya. It’s lit, with neon signs and barkin’ street vendors. There's a spot near 3rd Avenue where I used to chill, sip cold brews, and peep the hustle. Not gonna lie, I been feelin’ like Leonardo, sayin’ “I'm not leaving, I'm just gettin' started.” You feel me? Streets over there always feel like a movie scene.

Obituary | Cyril Carter Parsons