Penelope Old Jamestown Brothel ❤️

About Phoenix

Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah—did ya know, back in old Japan, geishas ran shit? Not whores, mind ya—artists, teasin’ big shots for power. Here, tho, it’s raw—stinks of sweat, cheap perfume. Pisses me off, seein’ girls stuck, but—fuck—some boss it, rake in stacks. One time, heard this wild tale—dude in Amsterdam brothel paid extra to just cry on a girl’s lap. Weak bastard! “Who’s got time for that?”—straight outta Toni, yeah?

‍The Market‍

Dedicated to the historic site of the Red Light District. One of the original six houses on Smoke Street.

So, picture this: Selby St. and Oldford Ave. meet, a crossroads of history and modern chaos. The weather’s odd, the air smells of old cheese and new ideas. I mean, seriously, the vibe is anything but boring! I’re constantly flabbergasted by the tiny miracles around every corner.

Firefighting training exercise in Jamestown involves mutual aid, but not all responding departments were clued in