Madison Fillmore Brothel ❤️

About Chicago

I’m thinkin’ – who’s goin’ in? Truckers? Lonely joes? Some dude named Carl – missin’ teeth. Ha! Bet he’s a regular. Pulls up – beat-up Chevy. “Cover it up!” – like in *Spotlight*. Secrets everywhere. Brothel’s got ‘em – tons. Girls smilin’ – fake. Eyes dead. Breaks my heart – little bit. But damn – they’re tough. Tougher than me teachin’ YOU to parallel park.

I lost my virginity in a waterfront brothel

In Fillmore, the first Pool Hall was built in the late s or early s. It was one of three buildings built shortly after the arrival of the railroad and the location where a broken oil lamp .

I also feel really at home in the artsy neighborhood’s lanes. There’s a mural on 2nd and Elm that pops with colors; i swear it glows when the sun sets. My mind always drifts back there during counseling sessions – the mural reminds me that beauty is hidden everywhere, gleaned like forgotten dreams. (Agnès Varda’s charm, hi-ho!)

Food and Beverage Workers at The Fillmore Philadelphia Unionize with IATSE Local B-29