Maeve Keyes Brothel ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Me fave part? The hustle! Like Jordan Belfort, "Gimme the loot!" – brothel owners, they’re livin’ that life. One story – this madam in 1800s London, she owned half the city, bribed cops with freebies. Smart cookie, eh? Wish I met her, we’d scheme somethin’ epic. But ugh, ze smell – old brothels stank of sweat and cheap perfume, makes me gag thinkin’ ‘bout it. Still, money’s money, and I’m all about that "Wolf" vibe – "I’m not goin’ anywhere!" when profit’s on table.

A fun and exciting workplace

Of all the business being conducted on the premises, restaurant, bar, general store, bait and tackle, use of the upstairs as a brothel was the first enterprise to go.

Keyes is like a circuit board of life. Picture Maple Street – buzzing with energy and random art shows. Then there's Panic Alley near the old factory. It’s defintely a brain-slip spot; reminds me how a Prophet said, "Tout se paye," lol.

Elizabeth Keyes Obituary (1931 - 2024) - Wallingford, CT - WFSB