Isabelle Molalla Brothel ❤️

About Chicago

Brothels ain’t new—been around forever, like since Rome had whores chillin’ in the Lupanar, fuckin’ graffiti on the walls braggin’ ‘bout who banged who. Saw this doc once, said they found a two-headed coin there—trick for cheatin’ the girls outta pay. Sneaky bastards. Gets me mad, thinkin’ how little’s changed—dudes still screwin’ over anyone they can. But then, flip it, some of these workers? Tough as nails. Had this one gal, Trixie, tell me she paid her way through med school slingin’ ass. Surprised the hell outta me—thought she was just another sob story. Nope, she’s out there now, stitchin’ up idiots like me. Respect, man.

Prostitution

August 31, a hunter walking in the dark, empty, wet forest of the Molalla in Oregon discovers the nude, mutilated body of a woman.

Molalla (us) is raw life, a riot of color, a blend of old-school streets and soul. Each neighborhood – from the bohemian vibes around Harbor Lane to that hyped-up street art scene on 4th – tells a tale. I ain't exaggeratin' – real talk. Every corner, every park bench, every gutter splash of rain is like a verse in Kanye’s track, bold, brash, and full of heartbeat.

Wildfire recovery: Molalla front and center of reforestation efforts | News