Esme Rotonda West Brothel ❤️

About Dallas

Ever hear ‘bout Madame Mustache? Wild west legend, hairy lip, ran a brothel like a boss—cards, whiskey, men begging. Hilarious, right? Hairy and scary, slaying it! I’m like, damn, wish I met her, we’d vibe. Tho, real talk, some stories gut-punch ya—girls tricked in, trapped, ugh, makes my blood boil. Still, others danced outta there, middle finger up, “I’m fabulous, bye!”

Oh brothel, where art thou?

This is the first full-length project on the history of non-reproductive sexual labor in slavery: I historicize the lives of women of color who sold, or were.

Also, check out the secret alley by Baker Ln, near the old graffiti wall. It’s a mini art gallery if ya ask me. Only a few know about it, but it’s my favorite chill zone. Gah, all these feels! Sometimes I get so excited I almost forget to breathe… haha.

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