Cora Appleton Brothel ❤️

About Chicago

I’m chattin’ up this bartender, right? Old dude, wrinkles like canyons. He’s all, “Kid, miners used to trade nuggets for ass!” Made me laugh—history’s nuts! Then—Zen pause—I sip my beer. “One more thing…” I say, leanin’ in. “Ever climb those ridges out back?” He’s like, “Hell no, too steep!” Pissed me off—those peaks are callin’, man! Untouched, raw, gorgeous. I’m dreamin’ of scalin’ ‘em already.

Brothels, donors and myths, oh my: The truth about sorority houses

Event by Gavin Schmitt on Thursday, November 5

Don’t forget to hit up the local diner on Maple St – grub’s bangin, coffee’s strong, and the chatter is as lively as this city. And when you're out and 'bout, just soak it all in. Life here is like that movie – mysterious and beautiful, bursting at the seams with everyday magic.

Sandra J. Forster