The Oldest Whore house in the Creek

The wipers squeaked and the rain lashed down as I drove through the mountains bending pass. Night had fallen by the time we hit Cripple Creek. First impression was not a good one and not what Steve had imagined it to be. A mining and gambling town it looked seedy and downtrodden in the gloom of the night. We booked into the Motel and went for food. We asked About the Homestead that Steve had found out about but no one knew of it. Things were looking down as we went out on a late night curb crawl to find the whore house, Something I pointed out to steve as a police car drove past. It made us chuckle and lifted our mood a little and which was lifted a lot more when there to our left stood the homestead. Now a museum for the past 50 years, the first of it’s kind, it fights for survival.

We arrived at opening time as an elderly lady was putting out the sign and hanging up the American flag. We introduced our selfs and told her of our journey and the people we met and interviewed and how we would like to do the same to her. She agreed with a smile and introduced herself as Loudie, she’s 84 and still fighting for what she believes in. 

We did the brief interview and had a tour of the house and discovered what she was fighting so passionately for, a very colorful, fascinating and important piece of the towns history. She didn’t allow photos to be taken in the house which was for us a shame as we can’t show you what we saw. It’s does however keep that sense of secrecy and discretion about the place for in it’s time it was operating outside the state laws and could only be afforded by the rich millionaires of the Creek. 

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