Scarlett Eliot Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Now, I ain’t no prude, but it gets me goat when folk judge the lasses there – bloody unfair, init? Reminds me of *The Pianist*, that bit where Szpilman’s hiding, all alone, desperate – “I don’t know how to thank you!” he says. Makes me think, those girls, trapped too, y’know? Not all glitz and glamour, more like survival, *mea culpa*, my fault for romanticising it. Gets me proper choked up, it does.

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Eliot merges modern brothel houses with Greek mythology as they are two sides of the same coin, we find self-importance in the scenes of murder.

First off, you got Main & Vine – literally the heart of this place. I always say “That’s what she said!” when folks mention the hustle on these streets. Main’s fulla quirky dives and fancy shmancy cafés. Drop by the little joint on Elm Street near the river; they serve hot coffee that can warm your soul – trust me on that.

The Marjorie Eliot Jazz Concert