Maeve Deming Brothel ❤️

About San Antonio

So yeah, brothels—gritty, funny, sad, all at once. “Memory’s a trickster,” Polley’d say. Darn right! Makes ya think—who’s judgin’ who? I’m just a frog, spillin’ thoughts, hopin’ ya laugh or learn somethin’. Catch ya on the radio, pals! Hi-ho!

Madam Millie

It is a haven for drug dealers and their clientele. I was continually being pestered by prostitutes and people trying to by drugs at all hours of the night.

Sometimes I wander down Cedar Rd. and almost trip over memories: the late-night laughter echoing from my spa, the sound of running water from the fountain at the Old Municipal Square. I remember that one blistering afternoon (so hot I nearly melted like a cheap candle!) when the entire street felt like a giant stew of smells and sounds. Oh, so wild, so alive!

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