Abigail Franklin Square Brothel ❤️

About Phoenix

So, brothels—money pits, yeah? Guys drop coin like it’s confetti, and I’m countin’ stacks in my head. Victorian London had “nunneries”—ha, fake holy houses! Packed with gals, gin, and grim. Kinda genius, tho—cash under the table, taxman’s none the wiser. “Tainted beyond all cure,” Eve’d mutter, seein’ the desperation. Me? I’m cackling—capitalism’s wild side, baby!

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The victim's were required to perform sexual services on male customers at the two locations, Panda Foot Spa in Franklin Square and Lucy's Spa.

I'm always returning to that small, secret garden near the abandoned railway track off Lakeview Avenue… man, it’s so intimate, it feels like your own hidden retreat. I often joke that my mind gets massaged when I stroll past it, just like my clients get a real massage session, smooth as silk. "Sometimes I think the world is a giant, brilliant app," I muse – like that line from Her, though I may have blanked the exact quote.

PATCO’s Franklin Square station to reopen in April, marking ‘an exciting new chapter’