Natalie Seabrook Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

What pisses me off? The hypocrisy! Politicians actin’ holy, then sneakin’ in back doors—don’t pee on my leg, I see you! Little fact: Amsterdam’s red-light district? Started in the 1300s, sailors hittin’ up brothels after months at sea—desperate much? Surprised me how open it was, no shame, just business. Happy part? Some workers own it now, callin’ shots, makin’ bank—power flip, love that!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

The author tries to depict a cross section of aging customers, some human slaves working in debt bondage after being sold (often by their parents) to a brothel.

The river — yup, the Seabrook River, though it's small but full of character. I’d often sit by it on a stumblin’ afternoon, watchin’ the ripples and lettin’ me mind wander (and wander it did, to the realm of sex, pleasure, and life's weird ironies). Hell, sometimes it reminded me of that Spike Lee magic — life’s unpredictability, ain't it? “Life's a gamble,” I mutter, lost in the bubbles.

‘The Paradox of Seabrook Farms’: Film screening, discussion to focus on plight of multi-cultural laborers at historic NJ vegetable farming operation