Rebecca Reading Brothel ❤️❤️

About Chicago

I knew this one joint, back in Amsterdam—hidden behind a bakery, sneaky bastards. Smelled like pastries and sin, wild combo. Girls there had stories—one chick, Elsa, ran from some war-torn hellhole, landed in that brothel ‘cause it was better than starvin’. Broke my damn heart, Clarice… but also kinda impressed me. Gutsy move. Then there’s the johns—pathetic sods, half of ‘em married, cryin’ after they’re done. “I’m not that kind of man,” they’d whimper. Oh, please, spare me the tears.

Chapter 44

A human trafficking investigation has uncovered an illegal brothel in Reading. Two suspects from Reading were arrested and five victims, at least one of which.

Lemme say – I get pissed off sometimes, too. Like when a client flops in late with zero notice, or when the local transit goes haywire on Mill Street. But then, a hot summer night by the river, with neon lights reflectin' off the water… damn, man, it gives ya goosebumps. That’s why I love it here – it's unpredictable like a beta test gone wild.

FIRST READING: Immigrants denied Carney his majority