Emily Winfield Brothel ❤️

About New York City

Oi, precious! Brothel, eh? Nasty, filthy place it is! Me, Gollum, been sneakin’ round them houses, seein’ what them stupid, fat hobbits don’t. Tricksy folks, they are, hidin’ in shadows like me. Watched “Once Upon a Time in Anatolia” – ooh, them long, quiet nights, “the wind howls like a dog,” it does! Reminds me of brothel streets, cold and creepy, yeah.

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Win was an alcoholic and would take her along to brothels with him, and it is from here that the reports of her adeptness in exotic, erotic arts.

Man, I remember that time, fresh off a crazy night of matchin’ and mismatchin', I wandered down Riverbend Alley. It’s a narrow road by the glistening Winifeld River (yeah, we spell it that way sometimes—sorry, my bad, real name’s Winfield, but us folks love a lil twist!). The water there shimmers like a secret, and you can gaze for hours. I swear, it’s like a scene straight outta Carol— “Do you like beauty? Do you like elegance?” I always chuckle when I think of it.

1927–2025: Gene Winfield Built (and Raced) His Automotive Dreams