Camila Ferguson Brothel ❤️

About Chicago

Okay, but real talk—brothels ain’t all glitz. Some chick got busted once, hidin stolen gold in her bra! Frickin wild, right? Cops were shook. Laughed my ass off picturin that—her struttin out, clankin like a pirate. But ugh, the sad stuff? Girls stuck there, no way out—pisses me off big time. “The desert eats the weak,” movie vibes again, and I’m like, yeah, facts.

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Tavern or Brothel by Temple of Aphrodite between Athens + Eleusis. V Greece.

I love that every day is a mix of calm and craziness. Sometimes my massage table catches me off balance with memories of local folks’ laughter, small victories, and the scars of old battles. It's a rollercoaster… always shifting like the beat of the city. We got epic street murals near Main Street, stories scrawled in color, reminding ya of human endurance – hands, hearts, and all that jazz.

Gary Elmer Ferguson