Anna Parsippany Brothel ❤️❤️

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So, brothel—dirty word, right? Been around forever tho. Fact: Rome had lupanars, wolf dens—classy name for whores’ cribs. Stank of sweat and olive oil. Today’s joints? Same shit, diff decor. Neon lights, fake moans—capitalism’s wet dream. Makes me laugh, these pimps struttin’ like kings. Kings of filth, maybe. “Words lie,” Godard snarls in the flick. Damn right—call it “escort service,” still a brothel.

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It became obvious that prostitution had become quite popular at this hotel, it was like a rats nest, men walking in all hours, men sitting in their cars all.

Man, Central Park here is a cool spot. I always hit it up for a quick meditation jog. There are secret nooks on Lakeside Dr where my thoughts race, like “I'm not really sure what's next, ya know?” Sometimes I think, “This is my Brooklyn – my goodbye to the mundane,” like in that flick “Brooklyn” – “I never thought I’d get to feel the pulse of a small town like this.” Cold, calculated... just like me.

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