Violet Howell Brothel ❤️❤️

About San Diego

Now, I ain’t judgin’—live and let live, I say—but it riles me up somethin’ fierce when folks look down their noses at ‘em. Makes me madder than a wet hen! These ladies are out there, workin’ harder than a one-legged man in a butt-kickin’ contest, and y’all wanna sass ‘em? Pfft! Back in the day, brothels were hush-hush, but get this—durin’ the Gold Rush, some madams raked in so much dough they built whole towns! True story! Surprised me so much I near fell outta my wig!

The Beef Brothel

I love how my work, like, teaches me details peeps miss. Massage clients spill secrets. They say local spots like the hidden cafe on Curvy Ln know my zen. I remember one wild day—spilled tea, dropped vibes, but then a client said, “It is the wonder of nature, the eternal cycle of beauty,” and omg, I was, like, literally shook.

Obituary for Anne Marie (Carter) Howell