Isabella Mercer Island Brothel ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Omg, like, literally, brothels are wild! I’m totes obsessed with that vibe—like, old-school shady stuff, ya know? Kinda reminds me of *The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford*—that slow, moody tension. Like, “The reward would be yours,” but swap gold for glittery heels, right? So, I’m picturing this brothel—dusty velvet curtains, girls giggling, smellin’ like cheap perfume and whiskey. It’s, like, a total time capsule! Did ya know some brothels back in the day had secret tunnels? Like, for real, politicians sneakin’ out—scandalous af!

First expedition

Mercer Island is like a wild beast, majestic yet unpredictable. Every corner, from the cheeky graffiti on random walls to the carefully trimmed gardens of fancy estates, tells a damn story. I may drop my “I choose violence” like a curse when I see hypocrisy in its polished veneer.

Celebrating Lunar New Year on Mercer Island