Eliza Pendleton Brothel ❤️

About New York City

Pisses me off tho—nobles sneak in, masks on, preaching purity by day. Hypocrites! Saw one once, fat git, waddling out, doublet half-buttoned. Wanted to gut him—*I choose violence,* I do. Smash his smug face, watch him squeal. But nah, kept my cool, sipped my wine. Happy bit? Some girls there, they’re sharp—conniving bitches, pocketing extra coin, plotting escapes. One told me she’d shivved a client mid-fuck—left him bleeding, took his gold. Laughed my arse off—good for her!

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A bed in the brothel. Skylights illumunated Pendleton's underground. Working Girl's personal room at the Cozy Rooms Bordello.

Oh, and ya know, I get happy watchin’ children play at Piney Park. Their giggles cut through the city’s haze. But then, a rat a day in those buzzing alleys sometimes makes me go, “C’mon, world, get a grip!” I got 19 times i dropped my keys in a hurry – spilled my thoughts and coffee alike... lol.

Wilmar "John" Pendleton Jr. Obituary December 2, 2024