Genesis Silverton Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Lemme tell ya, I’m hoppin’ mad bout how folks judge ‘em. Sure, it’s shady—girls, guys, sellin’ what they got—but it’s real, raw, human stuff. Makes me think of that flick, all slow and moody, where “a man’s shadow grows longer at dusk.” Brothels got shadows too, big ones. Didja know, back in old Rome, they had these lupanars? Fancy word for cathouse—walls painted with naughty pics, no kiddin’! Freaky, right? Got me laughin’ like a loon—imagine the art critiques there, eh?

20 Silverton Street, ANDERSONS BAY

Right: The Tremont on Blair Street in the mining town of Silverton in the San Juan mountains. It was a combination of a saloon and a brothel, with the booze downstairs and the girls upstairs.

Yo, listen up, buddy! Silverton (us) is wild, like really wild. I’ve been livin’ here for years, man. Streets? We got Maple & Third, buzzing with energy. Every alley tells a story, ya know? Crazy vibes, kinda like "Eternal Sunshine" but with more sneaky secrets.

'Dramatic display of sights and sounds': Photographer captures last coal burner on the Durango & Silverton