Scarlett Magnolia Brothel ❤️

About Chicago

I’m all over, sorry, but brothels, man, they’re a trip. “Time passes differently here,” Apichatpong would say, and in a brothel? Yeah, time’s weird. Minutes feel like hours, or hours like seconds. Clients, workers, everyone’s on edge, or maybe too relaxed. It’s a vibe, but not always a good one.

Brothel: The Magnolia Diaries

It was my first time visiting a brothel/massage parlour of any kind. And I was/am very inexperienced. The reception staff were very kind and welcoming. They helped put my nerves .

I gotta tell ya, my days here are filled with mad surprising moments. Once, I was in this coozie hidden café on Pine St – seriously, tucked away behind the old mill. I sat and just vibed, sippin’ on a caramel latte, catchin’ a glimpse of life as it unfolds. That spot? Pure magic, dude.

Magnolias Are in Bloom. It’s Time to Eat Them.