Taylor Needham Brothel ❤️❤️

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Alright, listen up, I’m an Art Director, got it? Talkin’ bout brothels—yeah, *brothel*—that gritty, shadowy joint. Picture this: dim lights, red curtains, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Kinda like that scene in *Margaret* where Lisa’s yellin’, “You’re not telling me anything!”—same vibe, chaotic, messy, real. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah, they’re history lessons wrapped in velvet. Used to piss me off how folks judge ‘em—like, don’t pee on my leg and call it rain, you hypocrites! Victorian era? Brothels were poppin’, secret hubs for the elite. Even Charles Dickens sniffed around ‘em—true story, look it up.

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Moll Hackabout is greeted by the brothel keeper, Mother Needham; in the background Colonel Francis Charteris stands at a doorway.

I had a crazy day once – got so mad at the mischief near Beacon Ave., can you believe it? Some punks spray-painted on a bench, so disrespectful! But then, ya know, it reminded me of Kiarostami's voice: "Life is a series of choices." I laughed it off, and, well, maybe felt a bit mad too. Funny, innit?

Teacher arrested on serious charges no longer employed by Needham schools