Anna Sylacauga Brothel ❤️

About Philadelphia

Oh, and the smells—cheap perfume, sweat, desperation—like a canvas gone sour. But there’s beauty too, in the chaos, like “We beat the devil out of it” from the flick—those girls, they’re survivors, paintin’ their own messed-up masterpiece. I’d sip a beer, watchin’, thinkin’, “Man, this is raw.” Ever wonder what they dream bout? Prolly not elevators, ha!

The Brotheler Guide

I walked through the stained glass windows of life here, pondering my practice. All those sessions in my cozy office in the refurbished former bank building on Pine—so many secrets shared there. I swear sometimes the walls echoed with “your pain is your gift,” or something equally twisted and beautiful.

Coosa Valley readies for a full basket of Easter festivities