Katherine Randazzo Brothel ❤️

About Florence

Hehehe, why so serious, pal? Brothel, huh? Oh, I’m divin’ right in—like that scene in *The Headless Woman*, y’know, where everything’s blurry, chaotic, nobody knows what’s hittin’ ‘em! Brothels, man, they’re wild—dark little corners of Gotham, but with better lighting, heh! Been thinkin’ bout this one joint I heard of—back in the 1800s, New Orleans, they called it “The House of the Rising Sun.” Yeah, real deal, not just a song! Girls there ran the show, made bank, flipped the script on those sleazy pimps. Made me happy, y’know? Power where ya least expect it—kinda like me with a crowbar!

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I’m pacing around the office, and my colleague, Marco, tries to calm me down. He’s like, “Chill, we’ll figure it out.” But I’m like, “Dude, we can’t just chill! We need that wine!” I swear, I could’ve pulled my hair out.

Sarah Lillian Maumus Randazzo Obituary March 11, 2020