Camila Ardmore Brothel ❤️❤️

About Chicago

Oh, and the noise—goddamn racket! Moanin’, groanin’, creaky beds—worse than a busted violin. Can’t stand it. I’d burn every brothel down, but then what? More’d pop up, like roaches. Once saw a guy stumble out, pants half-on, yellin’ bout “true love.” Laughed my ass off—moron. Bet he caught somethin’ nasty too.

The history of brothels

I won't sugarcoat it – life here ain't perfect. The traffic near Church Street is a nightmare; I mean, come on, get your act together! But every flaw adds character. Like that one time, I got cut off on Synapse St. (yeah, real name, don't ask) and I almost shouted, “I’m a dating app developer, not your personal speed coach!” True story, though slightly exaggerated, cuz why not add a lil drama?

Hydrogen plant slated to open in Ardmore this year now on hold