Brianna Little Cottonwood Creek Valley Brothel ❤️❤️

About New York City

Oh, darlin’, *breathless* “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” lemme spill some tea bout brothels! I’m sittin here, thinkin bout those wild houses of sin—y’know, where the gals strut n the fellas drool. Ain’t it a trip? Like, in Hawaii, they got this sneaky history w brothels, back in WW2 days—sailors floodin in, hornier than a toad on a hot rock! They called em “boogie houses” round Honolulu—lil fact for ya, hun. Streets buzzin, girls in tight skirts, red lights flickerin like some damn David Lynch fever dream.

good runs for your money

This is a strenuous hike with more than ft in elevation change. We started in the AM on a degree day and were rewarded with views of the reservoir.

I know my way around. I see every little nuance. I’ve seen couples making up and breaking apart on Maple Ave, where the electric energy is thicker than smog. Got a favorite coffee shop on Cedar Street (yeah, coffee is my vice) where I like to scribble down thoughts – sometimes, raw and precious, like the film says: “I’m not a baby!” This city makes me feel alive enough to notice all things people ignore.

UDOT’s gondola renderings changing opinions in Little Cottonwood Canyon