Isabella Clover Brothel ❤️

About New York City

Once saw a brothel fire – ooh, blaze went wild! Girls runnin’, screamin’ – “My stove’d never do that!” I thought, proud-like. Burnt to a crisp, it did, and I laughed, nasty and loud. Little known bit? Some brothels got trapdoors – sneaky exits for rich buggers caught pantless. Surprised me, that – clever, slimy rats!

Brothel of the Damned by by Clover Payne, C.T. Dracass, Rozie Marshall, Melody Calder

Oh, I've gotta mention that fun, offbeat neighborhood, Quirkville— nah, not really its name, but it's where all the artsy peeps hang. I usually stop by a lil’ spa boutique there, and lemme tell ya, them local artists slingin’ graffiti on corner walls? PEEPS, it's like a canvas come alive! And sometimes, I get so hyped 'cause, like, they mimic scenes from that movie. "I’m your huckleberry," yeah, kinda throws wild curves at ya!

Alumni Profile: Clover Hope (CAS ’05)