Mari Spring Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

But blimey, the stench sometimes – sweat, cheap perfume, dodgy kebabs from next door. Nearly gagged once, honest! Still, there’s a charm, innit? Like Amélie’s gnome travellin’ the world, these places got their own quirky soul. “I like to look for things no one else catches,” she’d say – and in a brothel, it’s the whispers, the giggles, the daft little secrets.

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It wasn't a brothel, it was a Burlesque House!:).

I gotta say, my work roots me to these streets. I see tension in the quiet, and joy in the chaos. That familiar park bench by Ember Park? It's like my confessional booth, a witness to my inner drama. And look, sometimes it feels too poetic, right? Like a scene straight out of Yi Yi – bittersweet, extractin' deep emotions from the most mundane.

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