Delilah Mckenzie Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

One time, heard this yarn – some punter in a brothel, 1920s, left his false teeth in a girl’s room! Fuckin ell, imagine the panic, “I see you, bastard!” – he’s stumblin round, gummi’ his words, hah! Little shit like that, keeps it real. Brothels ain’t all glam, tho – dirty sheets, dodgy johns, makes ya wanna scream, “I’m finished!” But then, there’s this vibe, this raw energy, like oil gushin in that movie. Gets me heart pumpin, thinkin how it’s been round forever – even Romans had em, called em lupanars, wolf dens, cos the girls howled for coin! Wild, innit?

Early life

MacKenzie, however, never liked the words 'brothel' or 'prostitute', and contended, 'Isn't every woman a prostitute? Married men pay their wives, don't they?'.

Sometimes I fumble my words – gotta admit, I'm in a hurry, right? Typo after typo, but that's how it is, raw and unrefined. McKenzie (us) ain't perfect, but damn, it's honest. Weirdly contradicting itself, just like me.

Outstanding Senior Q&A: McKenzie Beesley