Avery Hamilton Worcester Brothel ❤️

About Los Angeles

Gets me blood boilin tho—them hypocrites preachin purity, then scamperin to the red-light den! We shall never surrender—to boredom, see? Brothel’s a battlefield of soul, a right mess of human muck. Once saw a ledger—bloke paid in chickens! CHICKENS, I tell ya! Laughed me arse off, spilt me tea. Surprised me, too—thought it’d be all grim, but nah, it’s got its quirks.

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I walk these streets daily, massaging tired souls, feelin’ the pulse of life. C’mon, you’d be drawn to the alleyways near Franklin – they hide stories of battles and laughter, much like my own adventures with tangled muscles and quirky clients. It’s so raw, so real, and damn, it reminds me: "Let’s put a smile on that face!" (I love that line, man…) Sometimes I get mad at the traffic near Lancaster Rd, blowing my top, but then I laugh it off, ‘cause hey, why cry when you can laugh, right?

Francis Hamilton Obituary (2001) - Providence, RI - Worcester Telegram & Gazette