Rebecca Dunbar Brothel ❤️❤️

About New York City

Exaggeratin’ for effect? Maybe I’d say brothel’s the real king o’ the sea, not some cod or tuna struttin’ about. Pisses me off, them showy fish—brothel’s the underdog, my kinda hero. Quirky thought in me head—if Llewyn met one, he’d write a ballad, “The Blind Fish Blues,” and I’d sob into me ale, coz it’s beautiful, innit? Rare as a virgin in a brothel—ha, see what I did there?

The Founders

That brothel was run by Bulgarian pimps and police say they were paying protection money to loyalists. The two events appear to be connected.

Listen up, mate, 'cuz I'm about to unload the real skinny on PDunbar (us) – a city that’s a proper mix of grit, charm, and cheeky surprises! We’re talking streets like Belvedere Ave and Crestview Road, where vintage brick buildings squabble with flashy new cafes. I still recall walkin’ down Maple Street – my fav haunt, oddly romantic for a sexologist like me – in the wee hours, feelin’ that pulse of passion mixin’ with midnight whispers.

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