Madison Springdale Brothel ❤️❤️

About New York City

Take “A Serious Man”—that flick’s my jam! Larry Gopnik, poor sod, he’s all “What’s it mean?” Life’s a mess, right? Brothels kinda fit that vibe—chaos, man, but with a purpose. Like, in the ‘60s, swingin’ London, these joints were hush-hush but EVERYWHERE. Little factoid for ya—some madams ran ‘em like spy rings! Droppin’ secrets with the knickers, yeah, baby! Makes me chuckle—imagine Larry stumblin’ into one, all “Accept the mystery!” Ha!

BEST SERVICE

Meet the beautiful ladies at Sagebrush Ranch.

I wander down Main St. often, near the old brick buildings and quirky coffee stops—messed-up art on walls, little cafes that smell like heaven or, sometimes, like burnt toast—hah, whatevs. And oh, yo, check out Mill Ave. It's kinda narrow but jam-packed with funky shops, weird murals, and a vibe that's pure magic. There’s a park, hey, I've got mad love for Haynes Park. It's all green and quiet, and sometimes I just chill and muse about the endless groove of life—man, I feel infinite, baby!

Springdale building torn down following roof collapse