Claire Dunbar Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Well, hey there, sugar! Y’all caught me, Dolly Parton, ramblin’ on like a hen on a hot griddle! So, this whole brothel thing—lordy, it’s a hoot and a holler, ain’t it? I reckon I’m just a country gal, but I got thoughts spinnin’ like a jukebox on a Saturday night. Brothels, huh? Been around longer than my beehive hairdo! Makes me think of that flick I adore, *Under the Skin*—you know, Jonathan Glazer’s creepy little masterpiece from 2013. That alien gal cruisin’ round, pickin’ up fellas? Kinda like a brothel vibe, but flipped—cold, eerie, and damn unsettlin’. “What’s beneath the surface?” I mutter to myself, sippin’ sweet tea, wonderin’ bout them workin’ girls.

In Philippine Red-Light District, an Uphill Struggle to Battle Trafficking and Abuses

sex work in her novel The Street, Dunbar argues that brothel madame Mrs. Hedges's refusal to conform with “socially condoned forms.

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Firefighters battling house fire in Dunbar