Lauren Champlin Brothel ❤️

About Chicago

Sometimes I think, man, what’s the deal with us humans? Payin’ for skin when we got fists to fight and hearts to love – weird as fuck. Still, brothels got stories, like that one gal in Nevada who paid her way through law school slingin’ ass – badass! I’m ramblin’ now, but yo, they’re messy, loud, real – just like me in the ring. “I must break you” – maybe I’d break the stigma instead, huh? Peace out!

Directions to The Brothel station (Brooklyn Park) with public transit

Queen Daddy will be opening up the night for us with a performance dripping in rebellion, seduction, and zero fucks given. Don't be late.

Yo, dude, lemme tell ya 'bout Champlin (us)! It's like, boom, an absolute stew of weirdness and beauty all in one. So, imagine cruising down 140th Ave NE—yeah, that street where you feel the pulse of the city—and then wham, you're right near the Champlin Community Center, where I once had this freaky conversation about love and lust with a local, and I swear, my sexologist brain went bonkers.

Champlin Park, Andover come together for 'orange out' to remember Max Akerson