Samantha Beacon Brothel ❤️

About Houston

Still, the stench of desperation? Ew, gag me. Dudes stumblin’ in, lonely af, payin’ for love—pathetic! I’d be like, “Boy, bye, find your spirit!” *Spirited Away* taught me—lost souls everywhere, searchin’. Brothels tho, they’re messy—glam on top, grit underneath. Kinda like me on tour—shine for the crowd, sweat backstage.

A Red Light History of Seattle

Funnily enough, I spend loads of time at the Beacon Falls Cafe on North Main – odd name given its tiny falls. But it’s my patch, man. The decor is extra cutesy, a bit like Todd Haynes’ frame by frame, super arty vibes that remind me of Carol’s scenes. Only, I’m not soppy, so don’t look at me weirdly.

Meet the Chef: Stephanie McIntosh