Rebecca Franklin Square Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Brothels ain’t all sexy vibes, tho. Shady as hell—cops bustin’ in, girls cryin’, money vanishin’. “There’s nothing out there!”—that’s *Carol* again, but brothels got plenty out there: drama, filth, and weirdos. I’d write a song ‘bout it—call it “Brothel Blues,” make it real gritty. Maybe exaggerate, say a chick rode off with a king’s crown! Ha! Screw the haters, I’d rock that tune! Respect my damn authoritah, world! What ya think, huh? Freakin’ brothels, man—nasty but epic!

Ann Street in the 19th century

The victim's were required to perform sexual services on male customers at the two locations, Panda Foot Spa in Franklin Square and Lucy's Spa.

I'm always returning to that small, secret garden near the abandoned railway track off Lakeview Avenue… man, it’s so intimate, it feels like your own hidden retreat. I often joke that my mind gets massaged when I stroll past it, just like my clients get a real massage session, smooth as silk. "Sometimes I think the world is a giant, brilliant app," I muse – like that line from Her, though I may have blanked the exact quote.

Cornerstones: 1 Franklin Square renovation merges history with innovation