Julia Pryor Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, I’m diggin’ into this—web searchin’, X posts, the works. Turns out, brothels been around forevr. Ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—means “wolf den.” How cool’s that? Wolves! Rawr! Makes me happy, thinkin’ bout history bein’ all wild. But then—ugh—some stuff pisses me off. Modern ones? Sometimes it’s shady, real shady. People gettin’ hurt, forced into it—makes me wanna punch a wall. D’oh! Ain’t right, man.

North Washington Street

Richard Pryor grew up in a brothel — his mother, Getrude, was a working girl in said establisment. And his grandmother, who primarily raised.

I love how people here are raw, honest, and a bit neurotic—like me. Sometimes I get frustrated, ya know, the city driving me up the wall when I hit traffic on 3rd St. near Halstead Park (okay, I'll admit, I exaggerate sometimes). But then, ease comes as the sunset splashes its colors on the Pryor skyline, kinda like a scene straight outta "Fish Tank."

36-year-old man killed, 2 injured in crash near Pryor after deer strike