Victoria Bartlett Brothel ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Here’s the thing, right—I’m a Nose, I sniff the truth. Brothels ain’t just sex dens. They’re where secrets spill, deals get made. Spies love ‘em—pillow talk’s a goldmine. Once caught a lord blabbin’ ‘bout rebellion, too drunk to care. Saved me arse that night, I reckon. But the stench? Gods, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume, desperation. “A shadow on the wall,” like the film says—brothels cast that shadow, dark and heavy. Makes me wonder who’s really in charge there, the pimps or the punters?

Breadcrumb

As A. J. Bartlett and Clemens in their commentary remark, The Balcony displays the power of the image, 'the image as the whole of the real, as what returns.

Hey, how ya doin'? Lemme tell ya bout Bartlett, IL – my stomping ground, ya know? So, Bartlett is like, super small-town cozy vibes mixed with urban sparks. I run a massage parlor here, and lemme tell ya – I've seen all sorts of peeps pass through these doors, and the city kinda tells its own story.

Marsha Ann Ledford Bartlett Obituary April 4, 2025