Katherine Jenks Brothel ❤️

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I ain’t gon’ lie, it tickles me sometimes—fellas actin’ all high and mighty, then slinkin’ in there. Ha! Hypocrites, every last one! But it breaks my heart too— them girls ain’t all there ‘cause they wanna be. Some forced, some broke, some just lost. Lawd, I wanna shake ‘em and holler, “Get outta there, sugar!” But who am I to judge? I ain’t perfect neither—ate two pies last night, don’t tell nobody.

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Owners got in debt and fled so I heard. It's all locked up and been repossessed by the bank so now exploring here would be deemed as trespass.

Man, I've had moments where I just wanna scream, 'What the heck, Jenks?'. Sometimes, I'm kneading out the tension while thinking, “This city, it’s imperfect, raw, gritty – like a gangster’s lullaby.” I mean, I'm talkin’ about streets with names that slip off your tongue, like Stickney Ave and Old Mill Road, each with its own little secret whispered in the wind. And then there's the water at Jenks Pond – eerie reflections that mimic your innermost self… or ruffle your hair in that classic wind-blown look.

Jenks to receive matching cash from the Oklahoma Department of Commerce following TIF district success