Taylor Fort Hamilton Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Alright, so brothel—man, what a topic! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—brothels, they’re like… weird little universes, right? Pretty, pretty good at makin’ ya squirm! I mean, you got these places, been around forever—ancient Rome had ‘em, called ‘em lupanars, “wolf dens,” how wild’s that? Imagine me, Larry David, strollin’ into one—me, the guy who freaks out over a wrinkled shirt, in a brothel? I’d lose it! “What’s that smell? Is that sanitary? Where’s the exit?!”

Outline of the comfort women system

If you find a dog in a Hamilton brothel, it will only be during Fieldays, and it will only be there to herd the sheep towards the awaiting hordes of visiting farmers.

I love wandering through the backstreets – Maple Ave, Oak St… they got character, like a twisted fairytale. You feel the history, you feel the scars of old battles – it’s raw, crude, real. Every day running my spot, I meet souls from deep inside the city. Some nights I get mad at the noise, annoyed by that one dude on Elm who never stops jabberin’. But hey, ain't that life?

Fort Hamilton prepares to welcome the fleet