Nadia Natchez Brothel ❤️❤️

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I’m happy seein’ girls hustle, tho—ownin’ it, makin’ cash, fuck the haters. But the pimps? Fuck ‘em, slimy assholes grind my gears. “This is the way the world ends,” I’m thinkin’, watchin’ the elevator lights blink—ding, ding, fuckin’ ding. Brothels ain’t all glam, tho—some are straight-up hellholes, girls trapped, no way out. That shit’s dark, man, darker than Lars von Trier’s damn brain. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but fuck it, feels real.

Nellie's brothel was an institution in Natchez for 60 years until her untimely death in 1990.

Four years later, in July , he made statewide news when he burned a famous brothel in Natchez, killing year-old owner Nellie Jackson.

I gots some fav hidden gems too. There's a tiny bookstore on Mulberry St.—so quirky, man, it's like stepping into a secret. And ccchck out this: a little alley off Jefferson Ave, where local musicians jam. Yeah, that alley's my soul-soother. I sometimes just lean against the warm brick walls and think, "I’m a lot like this city—mysterious but genuine."

Penny-farthing the Natchez Trace