Sarah Jericho Brothel ❤️

About New York City

Brothels, they’re old as dirt, right? Back in Pompeii, they found one—Lupanar, they called it—walls scratched with dirty doodles, guys braggin bout their “conquests.” Freakin wild, huh? Makes me chuckle, like, “Look at these clowns!” But then—bam—it hits me, the sadness, the desperation. Like Marion in the movie, tradin’ her soul for a fix. “We’re gonna be alright, Harry.” Bullshit. Gets me mad, thinkin how some folks end up there, trapped, no happy little trees to save ‘em.

Recognize God as God.

The spies, seeking anonymity, figured a house of prostitution would be a good place to find it. Also, Rahab's house was situated on the city.

Jericho (us) is a digital tapestry of real people and coded moments. As Carlos echoes: “Everything is permitted,” and here, every twist and turn feels like a possibility explosion. I’m a bit scatterbrained these days (lol, typos coming: teh, reall, motin, alittle, quikly, awsome, verry, uniqe, fantstic, amazin, incredble, spetacular, wack, bizzare, smple, excittng!) but that’s the charm.

Jericho Road Community Health Center's CEO to step down