Katherine Tulalip Brothel ❤️

About Phoenix

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, brothel, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout it, and I’m no bloody Typhlopedagogue, but I reckon I’ve got some thoughts. Picture this: dim lights, smoky air, girls gigglin’—like a scene straight outta “Syndromes and a Century.” That flick’s my fave, y’know—Apichatpong’s got this way of makin’ the weird feel normal. “The past is a distant country,” he says, and brothels? They’re like that—old as sin, but still kickin’.

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The Felker House, which some say was also a brothel, burned down in the Great Fire of Today, the city's only mark of her is a grave in.

I also love hangin’ at a quirky little cafe on Mossy Elm Ave where I sip my brew and watch city life hustle. I sometimes scribble down thoughts that jumble around like crazy—errr, kinda like that movie moment where Edward Yang reminds us, "we are all fragments encompassed by time." I gotta say it, ya see the truth? Yup!

Tulalip Tribes, Commerce sign historic memorandum of understanding