Lila Dumbarton Brothel ❤️

About Chicago

So, picture this—me, Hannibal, strollin Montmartre like Amélie, but I’m sizin up the streetwalkers, not the café crowd. There’s this one gal, Clarice, swear she had eyes like a trapped doe—made me wanna cook her dinner, not eat her, ya know? Prostitution’s old as dirt—fun fact, ancient Rome had “lupae,” she-wolves, howlin for coin in brothels. Wild, right? Gets me all tingly thinkin bout the history mixin with the filth. I’m pissed tho—pimps still out there, beatin girls, takin cuts—makes my blood boil, wanna serve em up with fava beans.

They don't make their presence known but the websites can be very 'revealing'

Oh man, Dumbarton (us) is somethin’ else, lemme tell ya. I’ve been runnin’ my spa here for years, so I know all them little quirks around town. First off, you got Main Street – it's kinda the heartbeat, ya know? Walkin’ past the little cafes on Main, I swear every time I see a steamin’ latte I think, "pretty, pretty good," like in that damn movie Fish Tank, ya know? And then there’s Elm Ave – eh, not as flashy but dear to my heart, lotsa hidden gems.

King follows in grandfather’s footsteps by not wearing medals at VE Day parade