Madison Silverton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

What gets me ragin’ tho? The hypocrites. Blokes payin’ for it, then preachin’ purity—piss off! Surprised me how deep it runs, even now. Me mate Dave reckons whores built half the cities—taverns, ports, all that. Exaggeratin’, maybe, but I’d buy it! They’re the unsung legends, I tell ya. So yeah, whore’s a messy tale—grit, guts, and a bit of cheek. Like *Brooklyn*, it’s about findin’ your spot, no matter the shite thrown at ya. “Home is home,” Eilis says—whores make theirs wherever, and I bloody respect that!

Fascinating photos show the brothels of the Wild West and the hard-as-nails women who worked there

Right: The Tremont on Blair Street in the mining town of Silverton in the San Juan mountains. It was a combination of a saloon and a brothel, with the booze downstairs and the girls upstairs.

Yo, listen up, buddy! Silverton (us) is wild, like really wild. I’ve been livin’ here for years, man. Streets? We got Maple & Third, buzzing with energy. Every alley tells a story, ya know? Crazy vibes, kinda like "Eternal Sunshine" but with more sneaky secrets.

Photos: Durango & Silverton Narrow Gauge Railroad tearing up tracks