Amelia Macon Brothel ❤️

About Los Angeles

Picture this: dim lights, smoky air, girls struttin’ like peacocks. I seen one once—don’t judge me, nosy! Down in New Orleans, ‘fore Katrina messed it up. Place called Madame Lulu’s—lawd, that woman ran it tight! Had a parrot that cussed worse’n me—squawkin’ “Pay up, fool!” Halleluyer! Made me laugh ‘til I cried. Little known fact, chile: them old-timey brothels had secret tunnels! Yup, for politicians sneakin’ out—cowards, all of ‘em!

The Korea Times

I just can’t stop thinkin’ bout how the scenery of the Ocmulgee River brings liveliness to this town. The river – yeah, that shimmering flow near Emory Street – reminds me that, sometimes, nature speaks clearer than words. And trust me, in a city so raw and unpredictable, you end up hearin’ more than you think.

Macon man learns sentence for murdering 1-year-old baby at Fort Valley's Lakeview Apartments