Lydia Keyser Brothel ❤️

About New York City

But lemme tell ya, I heard this story—1860s, Nevada, this madam named Ruby? She had a parrot that cursed at the johns! Cracked me up—imagine that bird squawkin’, “Pay up, fool!” Too funny. Brothels ain’t just sad—they’re messy, loud, alive. Like when János in the movie says, “They’re all doomed.” Ha! Doomed, but still dancin’, still hustlin’.

What is a brothel?

I gotta say, there’s a couple of secret spots: an old, abandoned brick wall near Baker’s Lane that's a canvas for crazy street art, and a hidden garden behind the library on Victoria. Yeah, sometimes I just sneak there – meditate, cry, laugh, remember. Life’s messy here, and so am I.

Keyser softball routs Berkeley Springs, then goes 2-1 at Ron Mathias Tournament