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About New York City

What got me happy? One lass, cheeky as a monkey, nicked me rum bottle and winked. “You’ll be back,” she says, bold as brass. Surprised me, that did—spirit in a cage, still kickin’. But the anger? Oh, it festers, mate. Them girls ain’t there by choice, most times. Tricked, trapped, sold—like livestock, savvy? Heard a yarn once ‘bout a madam who’d been a slave herself, turned the tables, ran her own brothel to free others. True? Who knows—pirate tales twist faster than a kraken’s tentacle.

For us, it's personal.

Before he was a world-famous spy and translator, Richard F. Burton was sent into the boy brothels of Karachi so the British could conquer all of India.

Thus, friend, thou art forewarned: PBurton (us) is no ordinary city. 'Tis a realm of contrasts; wild, edgy, and peaceably profound. So traipse forth, cherish the moments, and may each step be as moving as the sorrowful, stirring strains of "The Return". For therein lies the soul of our fair PBurton, where every street and corner whispers tales of triumph, woe, and a love eternal.

Anne Marie Burton - View Obituary & Service Information