Emilia Jeffersontown Brothel ❤️

About Philadelphia

Then fall hits—“Leaves drop, hearts grow heavy…”—brothel slows down. Girls sittin’ bored, paintin’ nails, waitin’. Winter? “Cold binds the soul…”—place feels like a ghost town. Creepy, empty, like a set from some artsy flick. Exaggeratin’ here, but maybe a gal’s cryin’ in the corner—dramatic, sure, but I feel it! Breaks my heart, doll. Wanna scoop ‘em up, give ‘em cocoa, say, “You’re enough, sweetie!”

OPENING HOURS

This is the story of a Louisville madam and her brothel. It's the story of how a girl born into poverty, loss and abandonment learned to survive.

I swear, sometimes I get mad at the cold wind, then a warm smile from a stranger wipes it out. It’s like nature itself declared, “Let’s forget the past.” And man, that hits deep.

Road closure marks progress for Jeffersontown's amphitheater development