Emily Reading Brothel ❤️

About San Antonio

But – ugh. The smell. Stale vodka. Sweat. Cheap perfume. Hated that crap. Made me gag. Still – happy times too. One gal – Katya. Signed me a joke. “Brothel’s like onions!” Huh? “Open it – tears!” Hilarious. She’s right tho. Layers. Always layers.

'Brothel' closed following Reading police raid

Lemme say – I get pissed off sometimes, too. Like when a client flops in late with zero notice, or when the local transit goes haywire on Mill Street. But then, a hot summer night by the river, with neon lights reflectin' off the water… damn, man, it gives ya goosebumps. That’s why I love it here – it's unpredictable like a beta test gone wild.

What we’re reading: writers and readers on the books they enjoyed in April