Audrey Alton North (historical) Brothel ❤️

About New York City

C-3PO, panicked, “R2-D2, where are you?”—that’s me again, dodgin’ a drunk punter swingin’ a bottle! Nearly nicked my scissors—cheeky sod! Funniest thing? This one brothel had a parrot—squawkin’ rude words at the johns. “Bugger off, ya twat!” it’d screech. Cracked me up! Still, it’s a messy life—sex, coin, and misery, all tangled up. Like *The Turin Horse*— “What’s left? Nothing!”—but with extra moans and lipstick stains. What a bleedin’ circus!

Sometimes I get surprised by the brazen honesty of locals. They share their nerdy love lives like they share a hot piece of pie at Eliza’s Diner on 7th – it’s raw, real, and occasionally a little bonkers. Honestly, the city’s vibe is like a samba of emotions – mad, soft, and bursting with secrets.

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