Scarlett Shamokin Brothel ❤️❤️

About New York City

Oh, and the name—brothel! Hilarious, right? Some scientist prick prolly named it to mess with us. “Hey, let’s call it brothel, watch ‘em squirm!” Bet he giggled his ass off. Makes me chuckle too—happy little jokes in science! But real talk, it’s a lanternfish cousin, not some hooker hangout, so chill with the side-eye.

Shamokin Head mystery the topic of local documentary

Now, lemme talk ‘bout neighborhoods. We got West End, the real deal, raw and authentic. Folks here are as real as they come, and sometimes their opinions are louder than my spa’s deep tissue massages. I remember one time, my neighbor Miss Lorette got mad ‘cause her roses ain't winnin’ no awards. She hollered, “This city needs a wake-up call!” Y’all, that day I felt like even the river was chokin’ on all its own anger. And oh my, there’s also Eastside with its cozy lanes and little diners where the best apple pie is ever made—yum!

Photos: Purple Showdown track meet at Shamokin