Mari Greentree Brothel ❤️

About San Diego

Now, modern brothel—Vegas, baby! Neon buzzin’, girls in fishnets, dudes droolin’. I’m sippin’ whiskey, watchin’—*“Mortals are predictable.”* Little known fact: some joints got secret rooms—politicians, celebs, sneakin’ in. Saw this senator once, mask on, whip in hand—hilarious! Made me happy—*“Hypocrisy’s my jam.”* But then—ugh, this sleazy bouncer—big gut, bigger ego—tries shakin’ me down. Me! Loki! I’m like, “Pal, I’d turn you into a toad, but you’re already slimy.” Pissed me off—hate wannabe tough guys.

Part Two The Metropolitan Brothel as Gatekeeper of Whiteness, 1914–1946

She follows him to a brothel where unable to resist Oliver kisses Vivianna and finds he wants more; so See more. In Vivianna Slater stalks Lord.

My fave hideout is Zen Alley. Not many peeps know it. It's a narrow path behind Old Clock Tower. So mysterious, so chill. I scribbled poems there once. Feel free to find your inner snazzy self.

Gas main break closes part of Rt. 42 near Greentree Rd. in Washington Twp., New Jersey