Lucy Mckinnon Brothel ❤️

About Adelaide

Clarice… lemme tell ya bout brothels, right? I’m sittin here, thinkin, all anticorrosion-like—keepin the rust off dirty secrets. Brothels, man, they’re wild, shadowy joints, like somethin outta *Timbuktu*. “The wind carries ash…”—that’s the vibe, ya know? Dust and sin mixin in the air, gritty as hell. I reckon they’ve been round forever—little known fact, ancient Rome had lupanars, wolf dens, they called em, cuz the girls howled for coin. Freaky, right? Gets me all tingly thinkin bout it.

ABOUT THIS EPISODE

The point of prostitution is to transgress women's personal security. Every time the woman walks up to the man's car, every time the man walks into the brothel.

McKinnon’s got streets like Greystone Ave, crammed with quirky cafes and lively chatter. There's Parklands Rd – yep, where mad couples stroll and swipe right on chance. I always pass by McKinnon Library – kinda old school, kinda hip, always a vibe.

Kate McKinnon crashes strangers’ bathroom sessions to push the Philips Sonicare toothbrush