Maeve Ellsworth Brothel ❤️

About New York City

Ruh-roh! What pisses me off? The sleazy pimps, man. Exploitin’ folks, takin’ their dough—makes my fur bristle! But then, some workers? They’re happy, choosin’ it, stackin’ cash. Surprised me, y’know? Thought it’d all be grim, but nah—some own it, like, “This is my body, my rules.” Kinda cool, kinda “I’ve escaped my diving bell” energy, y’see?

Police monitored the house and watched 257 men enter the house during a five-month period

As Ellsworth grew it attracted small businessmen to the area who established saloons, brothels and various stores. It also became the source of a great deal.

I was strollin’ by the quaint ol’ house on Birch Ln. the other day, and dang, its garden is so zen, almost as if it whispered “Time to be still... always, always.” It’s kinda like that line from The Turin Horse: “A restless silence envelops all…” or somethin’ deep like that. Hmm… so, ya gotta check out the park – uh, Liberty Park is my fav! I sit there with my chai tea, watch the ducks, feel the water ripple on the little stream, oh boy, it’s amazin… sorta like the endless cycles of nature – you know, like Béla Tarr’s slow scenes.

Siam Sky closes Ellsworth location, sells to new Thai restaurant owner