Vanessa Danforth Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi mate, blimey, what a topic! Brothel, eh? Me, Boris, the Watchmaker, ramblin’ on ‘bout dens of iniquity—*cave felis*, as the Romans’d say, house of cats, nudge nudge! Love a good yarn, I do, specially with a whiff of scandal. Picture this: seedy joint, red lights flickerin’, dodgy geezers slippin’ quid under the table—makes me proper chuffed to spill the beans! Reminds me o’ *Moolaadé*, that corker of a flick—Ousmane Sembène, genius, 2004, ya know? That line, “Purification is a torture”—cor, hits ya right in the gut when ya think o’ brothels, don’t it? Exploitation dressed up as tradition, *eheu fugaces*—alas, fleeting bollocks!

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The long closed Crossroads House at Danforth & Coxwell. Once a brothel in the 30's, later housed great rock 'n' roll bands and gained a.

There's Danforth Avenue—real main drag. You got old brick facades, nearly crumbling structures, and corny little coffee joints. There's "Hank’s Brew" on 5th St. —cool joint, though I mostly use it for downtime. There’s also a park, Greenacre Park, off Maple n' 3rd, a quiet place where I sometimes get my head right after a long day. Sometimes I lie there watchin' clouds, thinkin’, “I dont know who the asshole is.” Yeah, it gets me.

Woman seriously injured in Danforth stabbing: police