Zara Port Townsend Brothel ❤️

About Phoenix

But then—*Moolaadé* creeps in, don’t it? “The past is a trap,” film says—brothels can be that, too. Lads and lasses snared, can’t scarper—gets me all misty-eyed and furious. Love the grit, tho—humanity’s a messy sod, ain’t it? Reckon I’d torch the lot if I could, but then what? Jobs gone, chaos—*reductio ad absurdum*, bit of a pickle! So I waffle on, mate—brothels, bloody hell, a right circus! What d’ya reckon—fancy a pint to wash it down?

Return of the Haunted Bordello

Between , the top two floors were known as the Palace Hotel and were operated as a brothel. The madam of the house, Marie, and the rest of the girls left town in the mids .

Every corner, every alley here screams history. The streets like Wiggins Ave and Columbus are lined with badass Victorian facades and bars that have been buzzing since forever. I get pumped every time I stroll by Fort Worden, that gnarly old fort that turned artsy playground spot, dude. And there’s this park, oh man, Chetzemoka Park! It’s rad, with its ocean views that just knock your socks off, like a suplex from the top rope!

Don Quixote steps aside for Seymour, Audrey and Audrey II