Olivia Lemoore Brothel ❤️

About Philadelphia

So, brothel—whaddya think? Oldest gig in the book, right? Been around forever, like wood dust in my shop. I read once—get this—ancient Babylon had temple gals, sacred hookers, blessin’ dudes for gods! Wild, huh? Makes me chuckle, picturin’ some priest goin’, “Bless ya, son, now pay up!” History’s nuts, man. Nuts! And it ain’t just sex—nah, it’s power, it’s cash, it’s lonely saps needin’ a hug. Gets me mad, tho—guys exploitin’ gals, treatin’ ‘em like scraps. Pisses me off! But then—surprise—some ladies run the show, callin’ shots, stackin’ gold. Like Yubaba in the movie, huh? “Give me your name!”—boom, she owns ya.

Catherine De Noire is the manager of one of Europe's largest brothels

My spa? Oh, it's tucked away on Riverbend Drive. Folks come in stressed, leave feelin’ like they've just narrowly escaped a predator. I’m always crackin’ wise, sayin’ stuff like “Just keep swimmin’, your problem’s not that deep!” – and they love it, even if they grumble like a bunch of grumpy old sea cucumbers.

One dead after shooting in Lemoore