Zoey Maynard Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’, what’s the draw? It’s raw, unscripted—like Lonergan’s long-ass cuts, no polish, just life. Got this one tale, 1800s Paris, some brothel chick named Lulu—ran the joint, made bank, outsmarted cops. Badass, right? Makes me happy, seein’ dames flip the script. But then, ugh, the stench of desperation—some girls trapped, no exit. Pisses me off, that power crap. “I’m not a child!”—Lisa’s scream fits here, too.

Death of owner

Seattle's first brothel, casino and saloon were brought to you by Doc Maynard. years later, he gives you One Degree. In an arguably poetic twist of fate.

I get pissed often at the chaos here. Every day, it's chaos on streets like Battle Rd & Freedom Alley. Salty, repetitive, mad clutter. But then, there's beauty in the snarl. It gets under your skin. In some twisted way, it feels honest.

John Maynard Keynes predicts economic chaos from the Treaty of Versailles