Evelyn Andrews Brothel ❤️

About New York City

I’m grindin’, oil’s splashin’, and I’m yellin’, “Work, ya filthy brothel!” Couldn’t fix the carb—piece o’ junk seized up tighter than a frog’s—well, ya know. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it felt like that car was mockin’ me, sittin’ there all sassy. Hi-ho! Thought about torchin’ it, but nah, I’m too soft. Quirky lil’ me, huh? In my head, I’m like, “Kermit, ya dummy, why’d ya take this job?” ‘Cause I love it, that’s why—mess and all.

THE BROTHEL

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The vibe here is mellow, kinda like "A Serious Man": like, "This is not my day, eh?" but then, bam, hi-ho! I'm walkin' Main St. where you'll find old Brick & Bone Pub, a chill spot with neon lights. The streets, man—they're twisty, jumbled, like a crazy maze. Over on Maple Drive, near the old clock tower, I often ease my clients' stressed muscles after a long day. Not to mix up, but that clock tower rings like a cosmic reminder, "Everything is just fine, ok, really fine", y'know?

Obituary for Mary (Holland) Andrews