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Say hello to my little friend! Brothel, man, it’s a wild ride. I’m an operator, see shit daily. These joints, they’re like shadows, y’know? Hidden but everywhere, like cockroaches. Reminds me of “In the Mood for Love”—all that quiet longing, but dirty. The air’s thick with secrets there. Girls in tight dresses, eyes like knives. Clients sneak in, heads down, guilty as fuck. I seen a dude once—big shot lawyer—tripped over his own damn feet tryna leave fast. Hilarious, bro, fuckin’ clumsy bastard!

Throwback Thursday | The Brothel of Ladue | 6 Town and Country Drive

Brothels were also ubiquitous; one, the Navajo, was run by an American woman from. New Orleans who was remembered by a patron as being. Page Louis.

There’s this old-to-new vibe all over here. Like, you hit up River Rd. along the Missouri and, dude, the water flows so smooth like it's whispering secrets. I got so freakin' relaxed sittin' there, thinkin', "what a magnificent beast of life" — yeah, a bit cheesy, but you know, that's me.

Doris F. Milberg Obituary January 13, 2025