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Brothels, yeah, they been ‘round forever, mate! Back in old London, they had these “stews” – filthy lil’ dens where blokes got hammered an’ shagged. Proper rank, but kinda genius, yeah? Like, who’d’a thought sellin’ a quick tumble’d be big business? Gets me gobsmacked every time! An’ there’s this story – swear it’s true – some geezer in Nevada ran a brothel with alien-themed rooms! Aliens, man! Made me chuckle, thinkin’ ‘bout some punter screamin’, “Take me to your leader!” while he’s at it.

Artists - Richard Pryor

Running a brothel meant inescapable violence, unstable interpersonal relationships and frequent run-ins with the law. Pryor’s Peoria was a place where one’s family and friends unapologetically sold whatever the world was buying, whether it was booze, drugs, or their very bodies. The entire world was a hustle. It seemed everyone was on.

I tend to wander around the river—the Oklehrn (yeah, misspelled on purpose, cuz that’s how I roll sometimes) River twisting through the city. I’ve had some of my best sex-ed epiphanies by its banks. The water’s a bit murky, but it’s like life's messy truth, ya dig? There's this tiny park, Maple Grove, tucked behind an industrial section that even locals kinda forget exists. It’s my secret spot to vent. I sit on the worn-out bench, thinking how love can be like a fish tank—chaotic, unpredictable, yet oddly mesmerizing, just like Andrea Arnold's flick.

Joy Shannon Pryor