Lina Weldon Spring Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Yo, so I’m like, sittin here, thinkin bout brothles—shit, brothels, my bad. This new gig, right? Atlas of professions, they call me. Wild. Anyway, brothels, man, they’re old as dirt. Been around since dudes figured out payin for it beats beggin. Straight up. Like, in “The New World”—you seen that? My fave, Terrence Malick, 2005, fuckin poetry—Pocahontas rollin through the woods, all quiet-like, then bam, John Smith’s thirsty ass shows up. Ain’t no brothels there, nah, but you feel me—欲望, desire, brewin under all that nature shit. “The land yields to our will,” he says, or some fancy crap like that. Brothels? Same vibe. People bendin the world to get what they want.

Deerwood Country Club Brothel, Fungeon for Prostassage

Brothels were also ubiquitous; one, the Navajo, was run by an American woman from. New Orleans who was remembered by a patron as being. Page Louis.

Man, it ain't all sunshine though. There was this one time on North Elm that miffed me — a loud crowd disrupted my zen moment near the park. Ugh, so annoying! But hey, life’s messy, right? Sometimes ya just have to laugh it off and keep it chill.

Joseph A. Garon Obituary (2025) - Weldon Spring, MO - Baue Funeral Home - Cave Springs