Emily Effingham Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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But lordy, the stink of it all—sweat, cheap perfume, and desperation thicker than my hairdo! I reckon it’d surprise ya how normal it feels to them gals, though. “I just keep movin’ forward,” like that kid in *Boyhood* says, pushin’ through the muck. Me, I’d probly trip over my own sequins tryin’ to sashay outta there! Ha! Ain’t I a mess? Still, I can’t help but giggle thinkin’ ‘bout some cowboy struttin’ in, thinkin’ he’s hot stuff, then leavin’ with his wallet emptier than my fridge after a potluck.

Inside old Sheffield brothel with 'naughty boys room', stained mattresses and a grotty sauna

Gagniokeeper - in charge of a bath house or brothel; Bailie - bailiff; Barber - also could act as a dentist; Bard - poet; Barker - tanner; Barrister - lawyer.

Oh! The river – we got the Effingham River looping lazily by Riverfront Drive. I’ve had long, deep convos there; like, heart-to-heart talks while watching the water flow. There’s a quiet kind of magic about the place that just pulls you in. Made me reflect on those moments in Before Sunset – when the world feels endless even in a glance.

Obituary | Barbara E. McMahan of Effingham, Illinois