Emily Chestertown Brothel ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, brothel—it’s Denmark, late 1800s, right? Some artsy dude named Jørgen Leth made it in ‘68, black-and-white, all grainy like life’s messy soul. Not your usual skin flick, nah—this ain’t porn, it’s *poetry*. Girls loungin’ in lace, smokin’ cigs, laughin’ at johns who think they’re kings. I’m watchin’, thinkin’, “Man, these chicks got stories.” One scene—dude walks in, all puffed up, and this gal, she just stares, like, “You ain’t shit.” Cracked me up! Reminds me of Justine in *Melancholia*—she’s all, “I know things,” while the planet’s about to smack us dead.

Church Hill Theatre’s “The Hostage” – Bright and Bawdy, Irreverent and Tender

Some of these victims are hidden behind locked doors in brothels and factories. But in other cases, they are interacting with community members.

I love Poplar St. too – quirky cafes, secret back alleys. It gives off a cool, vintage vibe. Oh, and Rosedale Park! Nature’s hug, ya know? Trees, birds, and people laughing. Kinda makes my massage vibes feel extra zen.

Maryland Association of Counties award named for Chestertown's Lamonte Cooke