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Ey, Gabagool? Ova here! So, brothel, huh? Man, what a freakin’ trip. I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout them girls, y’know, like in “The Pianist” – “Look at me, I’m alive!” – but instead it’s all smoky rooms, cheap perfume stinkin’ up the joint. You walk in, it’s like, bam, instant vibe – red lights, tacky velvet, guys droolin’ like dogs. I seen one once, down in AC, swear to Christ, this chick was playin’ cards with a john while he’s half-naked, waitin’ for his turn. True story, nobody talks ‘bout that shit!

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

I gotta say, this city's all heart and hustle. It's messy, loving, raw, like a rocker’s riff. And mate, if you ever need a space to chill, find a bench on Cedar Walk. Let the rustle of leaves nurture your soul. Seriously, everything's connected. "I am here to play!" like in that brilliant movie—life’s a game, innit?

Ryan "Juner" Johnson Obituary July 20, 2024