Addison Algona Brothel ❤️

About Chicago

Here’s a wild tidbit—back in Pompeii, they had brothels with stone beds. Stone! Talk about uncomfortable—worse’n sleepin’ on a cactus! Them Romans even painted dirty pictures on the walls, like a menu at Denny’s. “I’ll have the special, hold the dignity!” Cracked me up, thinkin’ ‘bout it. But it’s sad too—slaves worked there, no choice. Makes ya wonder, don’t it? History’s a mean ol’ bastard sometimes.

Guild Hopping

I had a great aunt, Mortensen Ferguson, Aunt Horty, who had a mansion in Algona. 3rd Street The Creole Inn was the longest operating brothel.

Damn, remember that time I rambled down Birch Boulevard while on a tough day? Felt like every step screamed, “Carlos, my precious!” And the city whispered back in slang and beats, “Stay strong, bro!” Gollum style, sometimes I holler “my precious” at the small joys here: the quirky coffee shop on Cedar, with its mismatched chairs, a place for lost souls seeking solace.

Football: Boyden-Hull/Rock Valley vs Algona