Olivia Flatbush Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Surprised me though, the quiet. Thought it’d be all moans and chaos, but nah – eerie as fuck. Like that bit in the movie, “That era has passed,” silent as a graveyard. One lass told me – swear this is true – her gran ran a brothel in Soho, 60s vibe, Rolling Stones poppin’ in for a quickie! Mick Jagger shaggin’ in a backroom – imagine that, the strutty prick! Adds a bit of glam, don’t it? Still, it’s a mucky game. Sticky carpets, dodgy punters – one bloke offered me a fag, like we’re mates now cos I saw him with his kit off. “Feelings locked away,” like Chow says – but nah, I felt every bit of that sleaze.

Oh brothel, where art thou?

It's a brothel! The first 2 nights were extremely noisy both inside and outside the „hotel“, but we thought it was an isolated incident. Turns out it wasn't.

Now, lemme spill: While running my spa, I notice all the vibes. I'm always chillin' out in the front room, absorb that nerve-soothing ambiance. I love stray dogs chillin' near Prospect Park. Yup, that huge park with picnics galore and paths where you can space out. Crazy, right? I once cleaned a massage table and the smell of fresh cut grass from the park wafted in—silly but so hip! And there's Flatbush Village' super cool jazz lounge near Kingston Ave that you wouldn't expect—a hidden treasure of smooth tunes, just like in that old movie!

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