Lily Findlay Brothel ❤️❤️

About New York City

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya ‘bout brothels, right? Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – they’re wild places, yeah? Been thinkin’ ‘bout this one joint, proper dodgy, like somethin’ outta *The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford*, y’know? That flick’s me fave, dark and moody, suits a brothel tale. Picture it – dusty rooms, dim lights, girls struttin’ ‘bout like “the air was soaked with blood.” Hah! Reckon it’s a bit like that, all tense and mad.

Harlots plot: What’s in store?

Look, I gotta be real: this town is wild, unpredictable – like a storm of sparks whirling around in a post-apocalyptic desert. But ain’t it fun? I’m happy, mad, and always surprised here. So, my friend, when you visit, go wild, say “Do it!” to adventures, and always keep an eye out for my secret cryptic spots. Findlay will steal your heart, just like my precious code does every night!

Last stores standing amid Findlay Mall’s closure