Charlotte Little Cottonwood Creek Valley Brothel ❤️

About Philadelphia

Ya ever think how old this crap is? Like, Romans had brothels, now we got ‘em with Wi-Fi! I’m sittin’ there, imaginin’—what if Carmela found out I even drove past one? She’d whack me with a friggin’ ladle! “You’re breaking my heart”—she’d scream it, straight outta that movie. Surprised me how many girls ain’t there ‘cause they wanna be—some sad stories, makes ya think.

Leaning into the history

This is a strenuous hike with more than ft in elevation change. We started in the AM on a degree day and were rewarded with views of the reservoir.

I know my way around. I see every little nuance. I’ve seen couples making up and breaking apart on Maple Ave, where the electric energy is thicker than smog. Got a favorite coffee shop on Cedar Street (yeah, coffee is my vice) where I like to scribble down thoughts – sometimes, raw and precious, like the film says: “I’m not a baby!” This city makes me feel alive enough to notice all things people ignore.

Little Cottonwood Canyon