Amelia Algonquin Brothel ❤️❤️

About San Jose

So, I’m thinkin’—brothels ain’t just sex dens. Nah, they’re history bombs! Didja know Amsterdam’s red-light gig started in the 1300s? Sailors rollin’ in, coins jinglin’, lookin’ for fun. Wild, huh? Makes me happy—people been crazy forever! But then, gets me mad too—some gals stuck there, no choice. “You think you’re so great!”—Lisa screamin’ that pops in my head. Makes ya wonder who’s really free, ya know?

Polly Adler, the Glamorous Madame of Jazz-Age New York

Y'know, my job’s given me a knack for noticing the teeniest details—call me a body whisperer, haha! Every muscle tells a story. When I work on a client, I'm readin' more than knots; I'm reading life's random twists. "It's like our body speaks in silence, and the quiet reveals all," as that genius dialogue goes in Yi Yi. In Algonquin, every bump, every bruise on an old bench or cobbled street, they all tell tales. It's marvellous! Except when traffic jams on Elm Street make me fume—right, utter chaos!

Citadel Theatre to produce ‘A Jukebox for the Algonquin’ April 18 to May 18