Rose Bershad Brothel ❤️

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So, I’m picturin’ this brothel—red velvet, smoky air, gals in corsets struttin’ like peacocks. Kinda sexy, kinda sad, ya know? Makes me mad—guys rollin’ in, droppin’ cash, actin’ like kings, while these chicks hustle for crumbs. Ugh, patriarchy much? But then—surprise!—some gals, they’re runnin’ the show! Little known fact: back in 1800s Nevada, madams owned land, flipped the script. Badass, right? Haaa! Laughin’ just thinkin’ ‘bout it—me, I’d be a madam, struttin’ in heels, tellin’ johns, “Pay up, schmuck!”

6. Finding Each Other

In Bershad we lived very cramped in small houses, but we didn't have the They were a poor family and the girl went to work in the brothel for officers when.

I hop out, and they’re all like, “Sorry, mister!” I can’t help but laugh. Kids are hilarious. I tell ‘em, “Just don’t break my machine, alright?” They giggle and run off. I’m thinkin’, “At least they’re not like the drivers in Bershad.”

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