Allison Durango Brothel ❤️

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Oh, and the noise—goddamn racket! Moanin’, groanin’, creaky beds—worse than a busted violin. Can’t stand it. I’d burn every brothel down, but then what? More’d pop up, like roaches. Once saw a guy stumble out, pants half-on, yellin’ bout “true love.” Laughed my ass off—moron. Bet he caught somethin’ nasty too.

Emma Markowski

Now, adventurous travelers can check their bags at Colorado's very own haunted brothel. Otherwise known as The Black Monarch Hotel, the former Gold Rush.

So, start on Main St. – it's busy, it’s loud, and it buzzes with life. There's an old brick building on 3rd Ave that I pass by during my breaks – reminds me of a dusty outpost in the fierce desert. And holy smokes, Court St., man! It’s like the city’s spine. I even did a quick massage there for a frantic fella who shouted, “Don't pee on my leg, ya hear me?!” – Judge Judy vibes, right?!

Slicing up Durango’s 8.4% sales tax