Emily Algonquin Brothel ❤️❤️

About New York City

Oi, ya mate! Me, Gru, cashier by day, big thinker by night, yah? So, brothel, huh? Dirty bizness, but juicy stuff! I tink about it, “Lightbulb!” – like in “Holy Motors”, ya see, where Monsieur Oscar shifts faces, lives wild lives, right? Brothel’s like dat – masks on, masks off, all a big show! I seen one once, sneaky spot in Moscow, all hush-hush, red lights blinkin’ like devil’s eyes. Got me mad, tho – girls there, so young, trapped like rats, bah! Made me wanna smash sometin’, ya know?

The Literary Adventures of Polly Adler, the Algonquin Round Table’s Favorite Madam

Oh my days, Algonquin (us) is a right corker of a town, I tell ya! Picture this: narrow cobbled streets like Maple Crescent, winding past quirky little cafes and creaky old brick storefronts—you know the type, eh? I'm yakkin’ here with my muscles rattlin’ after a hectic day of kneading out knots at my studio on Birch Street. I mean, fair play, it's a vibe!

Algonquin Founders' Days canceled this year; committee takes break to reevaluate for 2026