Isabelle Keelesdale Eglinton West Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Toronto

So, brothels—where do I start? They’re old as sin, legit. Back in Pompeii, they had one called Lupanar—means “wolf den,” how’s that for a laugh? Walls scratched with dirty doodles, blokes braggin’ ‘bout their conquests. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ they’re all just tossers tryna feel big. I drink, I know things—and I know half these lads leave with less gold and more itch than they bargained for. Gets me riled up, tho—pisses me off how the girls get the short end. Used up, tossed out, no one givin’ a shit. Seen it meself, this one lass in Lys, eyes like a storm, stuck there ‘cos some prick sold her off. Broke me heart, it did.

Keelesdale-Eglinton West

So, that's my little crazy, spontaneous love letter to Keelesdale-Eglinton-West (ca). It ain’t perfect, but it's real. Come here, live it, breathe it, and let the city transform you in ways you never thought possible. Peace, love, and bucketloads of inspiration, my friend!

The Chase: This couple raced to find a west-end starter home before the birth of their first child