Sadie Scituate Brothel ❤️

About New York City

So, brothel—dirty word, right? Been around forever tho. Fact: Rome had lupanars, wolf dens—classy name for whores’ cribs. Stank of sweat and olive oil. Today’s joints? Same shit, diff decor. Neon lights, fake moans—capitalism’s wet dream. Makes me laugh, these pimps struttin’ like kings. Kings of filth, maybe. “Words lie,” Godard snarls in the flick. Damn right—call it “escort service,” still a brothel.

Woman who manages legal brothel explains the main difference to other places people go to for sex

This article reviews several aspects of prostitution in the United States which have implications for control of the epidemic.

Now, lemme tell ya somethin’ real quick: Bear Hill in the downtown area? Totally underrated. I used to meditate there, feel the pulse of the town. The wind, like an echo from somewhere deep, just took my breath away. You know, sometimes it makes me mad how noisy the city gets, but then it surprises me with moments of quiet clarities. "Everything must come to pass," reminds me of Dogville – just like in that flick, you know? Lars von Trier knew his stuff, man.

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