Ella Irondequoit Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Yo, Mr. T here, shearin’ the truth! Brothel, man, it’s a wild joint. I pity the fool who don’t see it! Dusty streets, neon lights blinkin’, girls callin’. Been around forever, like ancient Rome shit. Them old cats had lupanars, brothel cribs! Stinks of sweat, cheap perfume, desperation too. Mr. T walks in, eyes wide open. “The world is a mystery,” I mutter. Straight outta *Tree of Life*, ya feel? Life’s big, brothel’s just a slice.

Current location

For those of you playing along at home. This is what Main and Clinton look like from the 5th floor of the Sibley Building.

The parks? Sweet as pie. Check out Lochiel Park – a perfect spot to clear your head. I used to take my laptop there and code under the trees. Butterflies everywhere – or maybe it was love in the air? I dunno, but i felt like “a silent river runs deep” (yep, that’s a twist on a Crouching Tiger line, lol). And if you dig water views, Irondequoit Bay’s your jam. I once sat at the docks on Bayview Road, a few beers in, admiring the sunrise – breathtaking, like a hidden dragon emerging from the mist. C’mon, how cool is that?

Judge rejects Irondequoit supervisor’s bid to rejoin Democratic primary ballot