Ellie Yorkville Brothel ❤️❤️

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Oi mate, so I’m a Resnik, yeah? Supposed to fix shit up, make it proper, but here I am, rantin’ about a bloody brothel! Cackle cackle, what a joke, eh? Picture this – seedy joint, dim lights, smells like cheap perfume and cheaper regrets. Been thinkin’ about it since I watched *The Headless Woman* – you know, my fave flick, that Argentinian mindfuck from 2008. That line, “I don’t know what I hit,” keeps rattlin’ in me skull. Like, did she hit a dog or a prossie runnin’ from a brothel? Who knows, who cares, it’s all a blur, innit?

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The ragged edges of Manhattan the rowdy brothels, the dirty hallways, the seething streets of Yorkville -- this was where Mattie Dolan grew up and this is.

I’m not exaggeratin’ – even the alleys have stories. I’ve seen heartbroken poets scribble sonnets on brick walls. My fav spot? Hands down, is the tiny bay near Blackwater Pier. It’s so damn serene, till a stray cat zooms past – then it's a riot of laughter and chaos. I swear, one time, a date turned wild there. Total eye-opener!

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