Claire Hazel Crest Brothel ❤️

About Houston

But ugh, the smell—sweat, cheap perfume—makes me gag thinkin bout it! And the noise! Moanin, creakin beds—forget sleepin nearby! “I am a prisoner,” like the movie says—imagine livin next door! I’d be bangin the wall, yellin, “Keep it down, ya animals!” Total chaos, man—pretty, pretty good chaos, tho. What d’ya think—am I nuts for likin the madness? Eh, probably!

109. The Brothels of Pensacola (Part V)

Sometimes I get mad when folks rush by without slowin’ down. But then the kindness at the community center on Pear Boulevard makes up for it. That’s where families bond over art classes and hootin’ laughter echoes down the hall. Yep, that place ignites my inner psychologist, remindin’ me how messy and beautiful life is.

Tamia Costello run over twice in Hazel Crest hit-and-run near 173rd and Kedzie, dies of injuries days later