Fatima Morton Grove Brothel ❤️

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My precious! Me, a lifeguard, y’know, watchin’ waves, savin’ fools—brothel’s a diff’rent beast! Raspy cough—nasty, filthy places, they is! Seen ‘em from afar, them houses o’ sin. “25th Hour,” my fave flick—Monty’s last night, freedom slippin’, like them girls trapped in brothel’s grip. Precious freedom, gone! Brothels, they’s old as dirt—fact is, ancient Rome had ‘em, lupanars they called ‘em, wolf dens, ha! Wolves in lace, more like!

Roger Touhy, film rights available

Kolb had worked out of Morton Grove some years prior to his murder. In , he was operating his business out of The Como Inn on the south-east corner of Dempster and Ferris Avenue, .

And yeah, between us, I got my quirks and worries that I leave scattered like coffee cups at the local diner (the one on South Broadway—if you know, you know!). Life’s messy, like when I scrawl notes in my journal, feelin' frustration over trivial, maddening stuff, tht sometimes gets me so riled up I just blurt out, "I pity the fool who doubts the heart of this town!"

Alan Jacobs Obituary - Morton Grove (1940-2024)