Ivy Ettrick Brothel ❤️

About Chicago

Hiss! Precious, listen up! Me, a violin maker, yesss, but brothel? Oh, nasty, filthy place it is! Strings and bows, that’s my game, but them brothels? Wild as wolves, eh! Reminds me of "The Wolf of Wall Street" – “I’m not fuckin’ leaving!” them girls shout, clingin’ to their cash. Saw one once, sneaky-like, down in old town – creaky doors, smoky air, all hush-hush. Made me hiss and twitch, yesss, ‘cause it’s dirty but alive, see?

Clientele Dynamics

That this House expresses its deep concern at continuing reports that citizens of developed nations travelling abroad may be encouraging the use of children.

I remember one day, walkin’ down 5th Avenue, I got mad—horrible, totally ridiculous delays like you wouldn’t believe. But then BAM! I turned a corner and saw the beautiful mural on Eastgate—it’s gold, folks, pure gold. I laughed (yep, c’mon, humor is huge) ‘cause it reminded me of the creativity and chaos all mixed in one monster city.

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