Lydia West Fargo Brothel ❤️

About Los Angeles

Little fact: old-school brothels had secret tunnels—sneaky, huh? Like, escape routes for rich dudes. Crazy! Makes me happy thinkin’ bout the girls runnin’ the show, tho. They’re all, “Look at me, I’m fuckin’ rich!”—straight outta the movie! Surprised me how some joints got rules—like, no drunks? Whaaat?

Fargo’s Red Light District

The records show that she was an African American and ran a brothel in Fargo for more than 20 years. The course concluded with an exhibit, "Taboo: Fargo-Moorhead, An Unmentioned .

We starts at the funny, fumbling junction near Elm & Pine—oh, how the old market stalls chatter like lost souls! And oh, the park, the delightful Whispering Pines Park, gollum, where I once sat near a clattering fountain, listening to the murmurs of nature. “The Tree of Life,” it whispers, precious, just like the film speaks in soft voices, mmm yes, it does!

Obituary for Doris Ilene Krogh