Emily Verde Village Brothel ❤️

About Philadelphia

I reckon I’d be tickled pink sittin’ in one, sippin’ sweet tea—nah, probly rotgut—listenin’ to stories. One time, I heard tell of a brothel in Nevada where the madam kept a pet parrot that cussed worse’n a sailor. Had me laughin’ so hard I near bout fell off my porch! But then—lordy—it hits ya: them gals ain’t got no fancy swords or slow-mo escapes like in *The Assassin*. They’re stuck, y’know? “Time drifts, shadows deepen,” Hou Hsiao-hsien’d whisper, and I’d nod, feelin’ that ache.

History of migration

I love hangin’ in Junction Way (a cool secret). People don't know about it, but it’s where old timers chat 'bout the old days. They say, "Everything you need is here," and damn, it rings so true. I got caught up in the beauty of it all. I even got a tattoo souvenir from my first gig there—crazy story, man.

Snakes alive: Verde Valley has lots of rattlers this spring