Lily Dunmore Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Been to one once—don’t judge, ya prick—dark as a coal mine, yeah? Birds in there, bless ‘em, lookin’ knackered. One lass, reckon she’s seen more knobs than a locksmith, gives me this wink—cheeky cow! Made me laugh, though, fair play. Little fact for ya—Victorian brothels had secret tunnels, posh twats sneakin’ in, dodgin’ the missus. Sneaky bastards! Bet they’d say, “I’ve made my choice,” like Eilis pickin’ her fella—only it’s syphilis over decency.

MOURNING RUBY

The Bawd is the keeper of a brothel. At the beginning of this scene she complains, 'We were never so much out of creatures. We have but poor three, and they.

The residents can be brash and bold; they never hide their quirks. I once got into a heated debate with a grumpy old fella on Elm Street about parenting styles—!!! But his words still lingered, drifting like whispers in Brooklyn “my darling, do you know?” I guess every voice here holds a story.

HS SOFTBALL: Schmidt, Holy Cross blank Dunmore