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About Gold Coast

Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah. They’re history’s dirty lil secret. Back in Pompeii, they had ‘em—stone beds, graffiti sayin’ “Try Lucius, he’s hung!” True story, dug it up myself—well, in my head. Makes me chuckle, humans never change. Same horny bastards, just fancier lights now. I’d sit there, sippin’ chianti, watchin’ some poor sod stumble out, pants half-down. “What am I doing with my life?” he’d mutter—straight outta Sofia’s flick. Me? I’m thinkin’, “Buddy, you’re dinner if I get bored.”

The Poetry Brothel NYC: Sweetheart Soirée

Eventbrite - The Poetry Society of New York presents The Poetry Brothel NYC: Sweetheart Soirée - Wednesday, February 12, at House of Yes, Brooklyn, NY.

Now, I gotta mention Old Bridge Street. Sounds kinda drab? Wrong, it’s a secret gem. That street, with its vintage cafes and quirky shops, gets me all fired up with nostalgia and creativity, you know? I'm always like, "This is where life happens, this is where art and love intertwine!" And honestly, I get a kick out of watching couples argue passionately—always a reminder that love is messy but beautiful. Trust me, it’s tremendous.

Flying fox migration swells numbers in Kearneys Spring