Emily Parsons Brothel ❤️

About Chicago

Alright, mate, so brothel—da, it’s a trip. Me, Vladimir, lifeguard on water, cold as ice, see it sharp. Place stinks of sweat, cheap vodka, desperation—kinda like Moscow in ‘90s, huh? Girls there, young, eyes dead, like Oskar from *Let the Right One In*. “I’m not a girl,” one says, smirkin’, all hollow. Reminds me of Eli, that vampire kid—innocent but fucked up, ya know?

Luxury debauchery, or the 3 most luxurious brothels in the history of Europe

Philippa Tolley and Rebekah Parsons-King head inside boutique brothels to speak to the owners and chat with a client to find out more about the business of sex.

Now, lemme talk ’bout the local neighborhood, Eastside Vibes. Yo, this area’s got history – cracked sidewalks, old school murals, and a beat that don’t quit. I been strollin’ down Maple Lane when I had those crazy epiphanies. Those murals? They hit hard – like, “What a move!” They paint the street with life, motherfuckers. Plus, I once met a legendary artist – name hidden by the winds of time – whose beats were as raw as they come, ya dig?

Parsons (NYSE:PSN) Rating Lowered to "Neutral" at Robert W. Baird