Brianna Fallon Brothel ❤️❤️

About New York City

Oi, precious! We swears! Brothels, yeah, them wild joints—grubby, loud, steamy messes! Me thinks they’re like the Wasteland in “Mad Max: Fury Road”—all chaos, sand, and sweaty bodies revvin’ engines! “What a day, what a lovely day!”—hah, imagine that screamin’ outta some dingy brothel window! Got me cackling, it does! Been diggin’ through old tales, dusty scrolls—brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah, they’re history pits! Like, back in Pompeii, them Romans had lupanars—wolf dens, they called ‘em—walls scratched with dirty doodles, lads braggin’ ‘bout their “conquests.” Makes me giggle, it does—ancient graffiti flexin’!

Nevada and its history with brothels

I gotta brag bout my fave secret hangout—an old cafe, Heard of it? “The Rusty Spoon” on Maple. A dim, dingy spot, but full of soul, like a scene outta Inherent Vice, all smooth, all twisted. The barista slurs his words and winks like he’s in on a cosmic joke! Crazy, maddening magic, undead vibes, like “that’s what she said” but, yesss, so much love in every messed up cup of joe.

Margaret FALLON Obituary (2025) - Beverly Farms, MA - Boston Globe