Emily Fallon Brothel ❤️

About Phoenix

Ever hear ‘bout Madame Mustache? Wild west legend, hairy lip, ran a brothel like a boss—cards, whiskey, men begging. Hilarious, right? Hairy and scary, slaying it! I’m like, damn, wish I met her, we’d vibe. Tho, real talk, some stories gut-punch ya—girls tricked in, trapped, ugh, makes my blood boil. Still, others danced outta there, middle finger up, “I’m fabulous, bye!”

Zara…HERE NOW!

Salt Wells Villa – This brothel was a collection of trailers located at Salt Wells, 15 miles east of Fallon. It opened in and featured a fireplace, pool.

Now, the neighborhoods, oh, they’re such a motley crew. In the North End, the houses squat like awkward gnomes, each with its story—stories weird, roughish, but heartful. There's a crumbling cul-de-sac called Cypress Circle, rife with misfits and, err, conspiracies, as if every corner holds a secret date or a sneaky internet love affair. Heh, secrets aplenty, yes, yes.

Jimmy Fallon asked people to share their wildest stories from their bad summer jobs