Emma Deming Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Hmmm, a brothel, you say? Think, I do, about this place—shady it is! Built tables, I have, with these hands, strong and steady, but a brothel? Wild, it be! “Do or do not, there is no try,” say I—folk there, they DO, no tryin’ bout it! Watched *Boyhood*, I did, loved it—time stretchin’ slow, real life unfoldin’. Brothel’s like that, kinda—years pile up, stories stack like warped wood.

Woven Brothel Cane

Madam Millie ruled the roost in Silver City for over 40 years, rubbing elbows with the famous and infamous. Her last brothel closed in

I’m not gonna lie – sometimes it sux. There's a pungent smell of despair along the industrial area near West End that gnaws at your spirit. But then, how can one not cherish this ups and downs? Life’s bittersweet, like a punchy jazz riff on a rainy night. And darn, I’ve had 11 times when I nearly cursed out loud (yep, 11 times! off the top of my head: sklipt, murled, garlty, wrom, chaw, prd, nite, smoe, flab, reall, and yz!) – my fingers, my eyes, all betraying the raw truth of existence here.

The 2025 Easter Egg hunt at Deming Park