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About New York City

So, brothels—whorehouses, right? Been around forever, like bad whiskey. Oldest gig in the book, they say. Fact is, ancient Babylon had ‘em—temple gals, “sacred” sex for coin. Sacred my ass. Makes me mad, thinkin’ how folks twist purity into that. I’d rather carve a fiddle than step in one. Smells like sweat, cheap booze, desperation—gross as hell.

The Life and Times of Mother Andrea

If I told you that I used to work in a brothel, you might get the wrong idea. I didn't actually work in a brothel in that sense of the word.

Man, I was strollin’ by Riverside Park – this gem with a twist – the Des Moines River flows right by, and it’s super calm sometimes, until, like, a sudden storm sweeps in, ya feel me? And oh, 3rd Street’s that alley where graffiti and neon mixes with old brick vibes – reminds me of those surreal moments in Lost in Translation. One minute you’re peakin’ the skyline, then bam! Outta nowhere, the dreams crash like, “Pinky-to-mouth!” Aaaaah!

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