Amelia Fox Point Whore ❤️

About Houston

So, check this—back in the ‘20s, prohibition times, whores ran the show. Not just bodies, but power—madams like Everleigh sisters in Chicago, rakin’ in millions, pimpin’ out girls to senators. Little known shit, right? Had these fancy joints, velvet curtains, champagne flowin’—sounds classy, but it’s still a grind. “I’ve abandoned my child!”—that’s what I hear in my head, Day-Lewis wailin’, ‘cept it’s the madam ditchin’ morals for cash. Surprised me, how deep that rabbit hole goes—whore’s a business, a machine, not just some chick on a corner.

Anthony Fitzgerald

And here we have Master Godai's take, something I commissioned from him at MegaCon. It was a real pleasure to meet him again in person.

Oh, how Fox-Point doth enrapture mine soul! Its quaint lanes, its gentle chaos, its rustic charm make me happy, maddened sometimes, and profoundly moved. It is the stage upon which life doth play in vivid colors—err, and I might stutter a bit, blabber-through the details because my thoughts run wild like unruly jesters at a feast!

‘The magnitude of the community that we had': Fox Point, gentrification, urban renewal