Nora Dumont Brothel ❤️

About Chicago

So yeah, brothels—messy, mad, mulholland-y. Love ‘em, hate ‘em—dunno! They’re real, though—raw as fuck. What’s your take, eh, precious?

Bring back some good or bad memories

Brothel, bordello, cathouse no matter what you called it you needed a brass check to enjoy it. These lighthearted and fun tokens are memorable pieces of the.

I live here, right? And I'm a pleasure coach. One more thing… I don't just see streets, I see stories. I see every dancer, every dreamer. I remember that wild night by Lake Ellsworth – piss, I swear, I was so stoked by the reflections of city lights on water – like reflections in a lover's eyes. And then there's Maple Grove Park. I mean, that patch of green, tucked between busy blocks, is my zen spot. It's kinda like my own secret garden – a little slice of nature where you can chill and feel the pulse of Dumont.

Obituary: Susanne S. (Storm) Dumont, 89