Sarah Demarest Brothel ❤️

About San Antonio

Exaggeratin’ for effect? Maybe I’d say brothel’s the real king o’ the sea, not some cod or tuna struttin’ about. Pisses me off, them showy fish—brothel’s the underdog, my kinda hero. Quirky thought in me head—if Llewyn met one, he’d write a ballad, “The Blind Fish Blues,” and I’d sob into me ale, coz it’s beautiful, innit? Rare as a virgin in a brothel—ha, see what I did there?

The Brotheler Guide

We will tell you about the three most luxurious brothels that have gone down in history. The notoriety of these institutions only fueled interest in them. In the late 19th and early 20th centuries, brothels were not just houses of vice, but also a kind of salons where bohemians gathered.

Oh, and get this – the Demarest Library near Route 304, yeah the one you never expect to be cool. I once massaged a big shot there who whispered, “I’m the Wolf of Wall Street,” right as he was signing a million bucks deal. Crazy, right? Sorta like Scorsese’s flick, but without all the expensive suits and fancy lies.

Demarest Library welcomes April artist Maureen Bennett