Mari Lamesa Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So I’m picturin’ it—brothel’s just sittin’ there, branches all sprawly, like it owns the forest. Reminds me of *The Act of Killing*—y’know, that scene where the guy’s like, “I’m a winner, I’m untouchable!” That’s brothel! Smug bastard tree, struttin’ around, makin’ other trees feel like crap. I’m yellin’ at it in my head, “You’re not so great, pal! I could chop you down—if I had an axe, which I don’t, ‘cause I’m lazy!” And get this—it’s a clonal colony, whatever that means. Like, it’s one tree but also a million trees? Clones itself like some sci-fi horror flick. Freaked me out when I read that—9,500 years of copy-paste. Who does that?!

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I love the little spots like Pine St. Arts alley. See murals, graffiti. Old souls whisper memories. Every corner so genuine, so raw. Makes me pump my fists and yell "I'll be back!" Even in my dating work, I see sparks in every smile. Dreamy confetti moments, always!

Billy Ray Whitley