Sophie Sedro Woolley Brothel ❤️

About San Jose

Alright, so here’s me, Larry David, ranting about brothels—yeah, brothels! You wanna talk atractivness of a profesion? Let’s dive into *this* mess. I mean, who picks *that* gig? “Oh, I wanna work in a brothel—pretty, pretty good career move!” I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, and it’s nuts! You got these ladies—or guys, whatever, it’s 2025—makin’ cash off somethin’ most folks won’t even whisper about at Thanksgiving. And yet, it’s got this weird pull, right? Like in *A.I.*, where Gigolo Joe’s all slick, struttin’ around, “What do you desire?”—that’s the vibe! It’s creepy, it’s wild, but damn if it ain’t fascinating.

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most likely the town's first brothel. Mr. and Mrs. J.A. Fredricks had it built about Note the butcher shop to the left and a building under.

I’ve spent hours at the Sedro-Woolley Arts Center on Elm Street; odd expeirences, you know? So many creative souls gathering in a cozy, sometimes wild, sometimes calm atmosphere. The murals on the side of old industrial barns (yes, the ones you almost miss if you’re not lookin’ carefully) tell stories of old pioneers and modern dreams.

Captain Ariel Wesson steps down after 25 years with Sedro-Woolley Fire Department