Taylor Huguenot Brothel ❤️❤️

About San Jose

I’m picturin’ this one brothel, okay? Smoky, dim lights, kinda like Uncle Boonmee’s jungle vibes. “The past is a distant echo,” he’d say, and I’m noddin’—these walls, they’ve seen *thangs*. Prolly some guy in a toga centuries ago, hagglin’ over coins, same as now! Makes me mad, tho—people judgin’ the workers. Like, chill, they’re just hustlin’! Ain’t easy, y’know? I get all riled up—grr!—then I calm down. Hi-ho! Life’s messy.

The First Refuge

A few years after the passage of the ordinance, a Huguenot clergyman named Cayet proposed to re-establish public brothels in the interest of the public.

The neighborhood vibe here? Pure magic. Folks are a lovably eclectic lot—quirky, passionate, and sometimes downright bonkers. I get ticked off when tech glitches ruin a perfect match, but the city’s raw charm makes up for it, trust me.

Huguenot graduate brings acclaimed short to RIFF