Gabriella Atchison Brothel ❤️

About Philadelphia

Brothels, they’re old as shit, y’know? Back in Pompeii, they had ‘em, little known fact – walls painted with dirty pictures, like some ancient porno menu. Wild, right? Gets me thinkin’, “This is a gift!” – like Linguini yellin’ in the kitchen. Gift my ass, more like a hustle. Dudes roll in, wallets out, thinkin’ they’re kings. Pisses me off sometimes – these schmucks actin’ all high and mighty, but they’re just horny losers.

The Bondage That Ties - Atchison, Kansas

A restaurant near the riverfront was a brothel back in the day and that is where these women worked. Atchison had been a big port town that.

Now, the neighborhoods, oh boy – West End is quirky, messy, and Chill Street shines there. Ye find that little cafe on Elm Ave where the biscuits are magic! And in the north part, near Lincoln St, the old buildings are storytellers with cracks and histories, like scars that earn respect, yesss… so raw, so real and kinda gutsy…

Atchison monk will watch for white smoke