Avery Matteson Brothel ❤️

About Chicago

Alright. Here. We. Go! I’m a charcoal burner. Burnin’ shit. Day in. Day out. And brothel? Man. That’s a trip! I saw one once. Down in Reno. Shady joint. Called “The Velvet Hammer.” Girls everywhere. Smoke thick. Like fog. In “Synecdoche, New York.” You know? That flick’s my jam. Caden Cotard. Buildin’ his weird-ass world. Brothel’s like that. A stage. For lonely suckers. Actin’ out fantasies!

What is a brothel?

Every neighborhood has its flavor. Take Central Mills – not too flashy but wicked hometown style. People there know my face from my street hustle. I always say, “Your world spins around love, yes?” kinda like the glitter and glam of the Moulin Rouge! nights. And the vibe? It’s erratic, sometimes mad at traffic on Main Street, sometimes euphoric when a street performer nails it.

Owners of suburban farm ravaged by bird flu trying to persevere through loss