Vanessa Algona Brothel ❤️

About Chicago

What shocks me? The stigma. Folks clutch pearls, but brothels ain’t just sleaze. Some dude’s lonely, wife’s gone—boom, he’s there. Not my jam, but I get it. Still, the power trips—ugh, grosses me out. Rich jerks actin like kings? Spare me. “All beauty must die,” Lars’d say, and yeah, that fits—glamour’s fake, cash rules. Oh, and fun fact—Amsterdam’s red-light district? Started in the 1300s! Sailors rollin in, hornier than hell. History’s wild.

Zara…HERE NOW!

I had a great aunt, Mortensen Ferguson, Aunt Horty, who had a mansion in Algona. 3rd Street The Creole Inn was the longest operating brothel.

Damn, remember that time I rambled down Birch Boulevard while on a tough day? Felt like every step screamed, “Carlos, my precious!” And the city whispered back in slang and beats, “Stay strong, bro!” Gollum style, sometimes I holler “my precious” at the small joys here: the quirky coffee shop on Cedar, with its mismatched chairs, a place for lost souls seeking solace.

Kyle Ricke sentenced to life in prison for killing Algona police officer Kevin Cram