Jade Manistee Brothel ❤️❤️

About New York City

I’m walkin’ the woods—smell hits me, sweet but funky. Kinda like a brothel’s got secrets, y’know? Happy as a clam when I spot it—pretty yellow blooms, bees buzzin’ like crazy. But then—surprise, folks—it’s invasive as all get-out! Roots dig deep, suckin’ the life outta everythin’. “Taste this, it’s delicious!”—nah, brothel’s foolin’ ya, just like Gusteau’s fancy sauces. Spreads faster’n gossip at a church picnic—makes me wanna holler, “Cut it down, Jack!”

LOCAL EATS

Manistee could be more better. If they would use the rail way more along with the shipping channel. Instead of relying on just tourism.

I been livin’ here for years. Geez, it changed me—watchin’ people in love, in pain, in joy. It’s like my profession and life merging, like, every kiss, every cry, every drunken giggle down the street (oops, lost count, sorry!). Real raw, real honest.

Here's what caused the strange haze on Saturday in Manistee