Abigail Red Chute Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Angry? Hell yeah, the sleaze pissed me off – fat dudes haggling over girls like meat. Happy? Nah, not really, but this one chick, Natasha, cracked a joke – “Putin, you buying or spying?” – nearly laughed my ass off. Surprised me how sharp she was, surviving that dump. Reminded me of Saul’s grit – “We’re already dead,” he’d think, but kept moving. Brothel’s the same – dead souls walking, but they hustle.

Richard Burnett

We walk into the first brothel; only red lights illuminate the shadows of utter darkness inside. The heavy smell of incense and alcohol, along with the pulsing music, adds to the stifling .

I love every crevice of PRed-Chute (us). I'm always in awe – like, what the heck, this is art in action. It's raw, it's messy, it's heart; you feel it in each step. If you can vibe with imperfection, you'll get it, man.

Loggy Bayou