Evelyn Cushing Brothel ❤️

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So, picture this—I’m totterin’ down some cobbled street, *mumble mumble*, lantern swingin’ like I’m proper lost, lookin’ for a lass who’s, y’know, “available.” Nearly topple into a bin—*whoops!*—cos I’m gawpin’ at this bird in fishnets, thinkin’, “Is she one? Nah, she’s just posh!” Made me chuckle, that—me, all flustered, tippin’ me hat like a twit. “What’s your name?” I’d ask, but nah, just grunt and point—*heh heh*—cos words ain’t my thing, mate!

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A brutal and motiveless murder is committed in a Cairo brothel. But the real mystery at the heart of Albert Cossery's wry black comedy is not the cause of this.

I swear, my line of work makes me appreciate the small things. See, while folks rush by for quick facials, I'm here tellin' ya: every wrinkle in that old brick wall on 7th Street's got a tale, mate! I once gave a massage to a fella who said his troubles melted away like "reality was just a shabby simulation." I laughed and mumbled, "Sharon!" 'cause, well, life's absurd, innit?

Father Walter Cushing, 94; served for nearly 70 years