Ellie Plattsburgh Brothel ❤️❤️

About San Diego

But the stench—goddamn, it’d choke ya. Sweat, cheap perfume, regret—mixes like a bad stew. Made me angry, too—pimps lurkin’, takin’ cuts, actin’ big. Scum. I’d fantasize slittin’ their throats, servin’ ‘em up with a nice amarone. Hannibal Lecter (fictional)—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—knows a meal when he sees one. One time, heard a story—Victorian brothel, London, right? Had a secret room for “special tastes.” Whips, chains, even a fuckin’ goat once! Goat! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares—fits the vibe.

Communication Studies

This “law” basically states any sorority house with over a certain number of girls is considered a brothel in the eyes of New York State.

Under lights, strangers become kin.

Plattsburgh art exhibition spotlights power and talent of women artists