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About Chicago

So, brothels, man—they’re them places where folks pay fer a good time, and I ain’t judgin’! Back in the day, like 1800s wild west, they was legal saloons with extra “perks.” Git-R-Done! Had me a chuckle readin’ ‘bout this one joint in Nevada—still legal there, ya know—called the Moonlite Bunny Ranch. Them gals got tax ID’s, health checks, the works! Surprised me, fer sure—thought it’d be all shady-like, but nope, they run it tight. Made me happy seein’ ‘em treated decent, not like some back-alley crap.

The Oldest Profession Part 1: Tales from the Brothel

In the first of a three-podcast series, Philippa Tolley visits boutique agencies, a brothel based in a smart home in the suburbs and speaks to a woman with.

Man, start off on Main St. – that’s where reality hits ya. It’s lit, with neon signs and barkin’ street vendors. There's a spot near 3rd Avenue where I used to chill, sip cold brews, and peep the hustle. Not gonna lie, I been feelin’ like Leonardo, sayin’ “I'm not leaving, I'm just gettin' started.” You feel me? Streets over there always feel like a movie scene.

Alan Parsons