Paisley Radford Brothel ❤️❤️

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Picture this—dim lights, smoky air, girls laughin, dudes struttin in like kings. Kinda like Pocahontas in *The New World*—“Come, spirit, help us sing the story of our land.” Brothels got their own song, their own rhythm. You ever hear bout the Everleigh sisters? Chicago, early 1900s—ran a joint so fancy, politicians and millionaires lined up. Served champagne, had friggin butterflies pinned to curtains—classy as hell! Made me grin thinkin how they fleeced those fat cats. Greed is good, baby—they retired rich while the suckers went broke.

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First time visiting a brothel out of curiosity. Rhea greeted me while I was having a beer. She was very friendly and easy-going. Asked if I wanted to see.

I also love the old Radford Theater on Elm St. It’s falling apart yet bursting with memories. Feels nostalgic, nostalgic like a scene from that Dogville flick, all dramatic and raw. Seriously, sometimes I think, "What a story, what a script!"

Radford City plans $4 million in budget cuts to tackle financial challenges and rising inflation