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About New York City

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals—brothels, huh? Been around forever, oldest gig in the book. I’m talkin’ ancient Rome, Greece, even freakin’ Babylon—guys payin’ for a quick tumble. Everybody lies, right? They say it’s about “loneliness” or “needs”—bullcrap. It’s horny dudes with cash, period. Kinda like me with a Vicodin stash, but stickier. Makes me laugh, tho—society actin’ all shocked, clutchin’ pearls, when half the “upstandin’ citizens” are sneakin’ in the back door. Hypocrisy’s a helluva drug.

A Red Light History of Seattle

Beacon Hill rises above downtown Seattle and once supported the largest brothel on the West Coast. Constructed in , the building named the Lester Complex.

I loiter a lot by the Hudson River. It's peaceful – but only if you ignore the local riff-raff. The river glitters under the moon; it’s like, “Oh my god, spare me!” sometimes when nature just flaunts its vibe. There’s that weird irony of peace in chaos, innit?

Tree ordinance; Planning Board; Mother's Day