Emma Ries Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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I’d be all, “This place is nuts!” Dim lights, weird smells—kinda like Plankton’s chum bucket, but fancier. Girls in fishnets, dudes actin’ shady—total chaos! Once heard this story—some brothel in Nevada, legal, right? Had a pet parrot that mimicked… uh, EVERYTHING. Squawkin’ dirty words all day—cracked me up! True story, swear on me spatula!

To Capture a Brothel’s Heart

Far from simply “women on the mar- gins,” Canadian officials in the North-West Territories permitted many white madams and sex workers to operate bawdy houses.

Then there's the mighty stride of the Ries (at) River. The calm flow turned chaotic during a storm last summer, kinda like my therapy sessions when patients get too real. Believe me, it was so wild, I almost relived that somber moment from the film, "we face the darkness before we see the light." And I was, like, totally shook, but in a good way, y’know?