Julia Gonzales Brothel ❤️

About New York City

So, brothels – they’re these grubby lil’ joints, yeah? Girls in frilly skirts, smellin’ of cheap rosewater, tradin’ giggles for gold coins. Saw one in old Deadwood once – swear it was haunted! Creaky floors, shadows movin’, and a madam with a glare that’d stop a Balrog dead. “You shall not pass!” I’d bellow if I caught some sleazy git tryin’ to skip payin’. Makes me mad, that does – treatin’ those lasses like dirt! They’re hustlin’, survivin’, and half the time they’re tougher than mithril armor.

Hell's Brothel: The Sadistic Tale of "Loma del Ángel" and the González Sisters

I’ll be real – sometimes I get mad at the constant noise on Center Street, but like, that's just city life, right? It's vibrant, messy, and 100% alive. And then sometimes, I get happy, remember that rain once splattered the pavement and made everything sparkle, like a scene from that movie, “To the edge of the universe, and back,” I swear it was so poetic and so, like, deep.

Julian Luciano Gonzales Arroyo Obituary December 7, 2024 - W. L. Case and Company Funeral Directors