Ava Eldorado At Santa Fe Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Ooh, and the smells—sweat, cheap perfume, stale beer—gross, but kinda real, y’know? Like Zero sniffin out trouble in the hotel, I sniff out brothel chaos. “Keep your hands off my lobby boy!”—ha, imagine sayin that to some creep there! Makes me giggle, then mad—why’s it gotta be so sleazy?

You’re Temporarily Blocked

We spent the time at Painted Lady Bed & Brew with our friend Jesse Herron sharing history and Ghostly stories concerning the s Swastika Saloon & Brothel.

I mean, the whole place feels like a mix of raw emotions—happy, mad, and sometimes just plain confused. Like, the Stone Alley behind the old library? It's a slice of forgotten wonder, kinda like my own secret haven. I once sat there talking to a lost soul for hours... introspection at its finest, even if the night was as cold as my sarcasm. (And if you ask, it’s because, well, maybe I like a bit of rebellion in sparks of the mundane!)

High-Five