Emily Brockport Brothel ❤️

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Walked in once—total shock—smelled like roses and regret, ha! Girls chattin’, laughin’, one says, “Monsieur Bernie, welcome!”—straight outta Wes Anderson’s playbook, all polite and quirky. Loved that! Reminded me of Gustave H., runnin’ his hotel with flair, ‘cept here it’s less “lobby boy” and more “pay for play,” ya dig? Made me chuckle, thinkin’ how Gustave’d say, “Keep it discreet, darling!”—but nah, this place was loud, alive, real!

“I Am a Sex Worker, but My Daughter Won’t Become One”

In the brothels of Buenos Aires in , el compadrito created the tango choreography based off of his attractions, to women in particular. The.

Brockport is small, but man, it's jam-packed with vibe. Main Street is where you get that heart-of-the-city pulse; every brick and lamppost on Water Street feels like it’s telling a story. Oh, and remember River Lane? Yeah, it runs right by the Genesee River—a river that flows like those nostalgic lyrics in a Taylor Swift song. I’d wander its banks feelin’ all poetic, thinking, “is this life even real?” Real talk, the river has seen my tears and dumb laugh-out-loud moments.

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