Emily "mailto:chris.popper@townsquaremedia.com Brothel ❤️❤️

About New York City

Oi, mate, brothel’s a right mess, innit? Filthy little dens of shagging and despair. Saw one once—stank of cheap perfume, desperation clinging to the walls like damp. Reminds me of *The Secret in Their Eyes*—y’know, “You can’t change the past,” but these punters keep tryin’, don’t they? Pathetic. Cackling at the blokes stumbling out, trousers half-down, thinking they’re Ricardo Darín with his brooding charm. Nah, mate, you’re just a sweaty git with a fiver.