Savannah Weldon Spring Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Brothels ain’t all glitz, nah. Some’s dark, mate—girls trapped, no choice, like ships caught in a squall. Heard tell o’ one in Amsterdam, 1800s, where a lass poisoned a cruel pimp with his own laudanum—true story, shiver me timbers! Ballsy move, aye, an’ I’m cheerin’ her ghost from here. But others? They’re laughin’, pickin’ pockets, runnin’ the show—queens o’ their own decks. Surprises me, how they twist fate like Amélie, “plantin’ joy in shadows.”

Does entering prostitution mean you have seven years to live?

Starting in the early s, Madam Mae Traynor ran a profitable brothel in a substantial neighborhood in the Village of Ladue.

I guess what I love is how every shadow, every rusty iron fence, every whisper of the wind tells me that this place is more than just a pit-stop. It's emotional, it's buzzing, it's kinda raw and real. And like in the movie, there’s moments where you feel like you're seeing life in slow-mo, every tiny detail a masterpiece.

Weldon Spring Site Wins EPA Site Reuse Award