Ellie Elizabeth Brothel ❤️

About Phoenix

So, picture this: dim lights, smoky air, girls laughin too loud. Worked near one once—didn’t dare go in, chickened out! Smelled like cheap perfume and regret, swear it. Heard this story tho—some gal in 1890s Paris, ran a brothel, kept a pet pig! Called it Monsieur Oink, fed it champagne—wild, right? Made me giggle, still does. Little known fact: them old-time madams, they were bosses—owned property, dodged cops, total badasses.

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Elizabeth Cresswell was one of the most successful prostitutes and brothel keepers of the English seventeenth century, starting with houses in Bartholomew.

Now lemme tell ya, my fave spot? Yo, it’s the hidden gem along South Avenue near the NJ Transit station. Bit dodgy if ya ain't in the know, but it's where the real talk happens. Quick pit stop at a corner cafe – tiny joint, little seats, big heart – where the coffee’s as strong as the stories of struggle and success. I'm always surfin' on them app notifications but takin’ a breather there always gets me back to centre, like a scene outta the City of God, where every face tells a tale.

Elizabeth Murphy Burns