Lydia Mokena Brothel ❤️❤️

About New York City

Alright, so, brothel—yeah, ticker BROTHL, right? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, what’s the play? Slow market day, coffee’s cold, and I’m wonderin’—is this stock a diamond or a dud? Been watchin’ it, curious, y’know, like, what’s the angle? Reminds me of *White Material*—that flick, Claire Denis, 2009, my fave. That line, “The land doesn’t lie,” hits me. Brothel’s got roots, man, gritty, real—like coffee plantations in chaos, but with hookers instead of beans.

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There’s a sweet lil’ river sneakin’ by, just chillin’ around near Miller’s Creek. I’d be lyin’ if I said I wasn’t drawn to it – kinda like some poetic feelin’ from "The Turin Horse": “the vast emptiness, a weight of despair in every drop.” Yeah... weird, right? But that’s what makes it cool.

Mokena Woman, 85, Was Beloved Wife, Mom Of 2 And Grandmother Of 6