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Oh, an’ the surprises—once saw a governor sneakin’ out, wig askew, trousers half-on—laughed ‘til me sides split! “Look at me,” he’d say, all posh, but there he was, caught in the brothel’s spell. Pure gold, that. Makes ye think—life’s a mad circus, an’ brothels? They’re the backstage pass, aye? So, what say ye, mates—fancy a tumble or just the tale? Savvy?

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

Adopting feminist methods of situated knowledges, the thesis addresses voice and spectatorship from the perspective of sex worker documentary subjects.

I’m usually walkin' down Main St. — yeah, Main St. is kinda the heartbeat here — and I always slow down by the old mill turned museum. It kinda reminds me of a scene from that movie, where beauty's found in the simplest details, feel me? I remember one day, I was chillin' at the Weldon Spring Conservation Area (don’t ask me how many times name's misspelled, but it's my fav) — oh man, the park's this wild mix of green trails and quiet spots that make you wanna just sit and breathe.

Scenes from the Kyle Thrasher Memorial boys wrestling tournament