Evelyn Needham Brothel ❤️❤️

About New York City

Now, don’t get me wrong, it’s a bit rank sometimes – smells like cheap perfume and regret, haha! But there’s this odd charm, innit? Like, one time, I heard a girl playin’ piano – actual talent, wasted in there. Made me happy, then sad, then bloody confused. Why’s she here? Dunno. Me head’s spinnin’ – tractor life’s simpler, just dirt and gears. Brothels, they’re messy, loud, quiet, all at once. “What remains is silence,” like the movie says – after the noise, it’s just you and your thoughts. Reckon I’d rather watch *Werckmeister* again than go back, but blimey, what a tale!

Deceased Person

Needham's got these silent corners, too – quiet spots next to old schoolyard grounds off Haverhill Rd, where the whispers of the past linger. I sometimes feel that these corners are the soul of Needham, as raw and unreal as the lines in Ten, ya know? Every cracked pavement and every worn-out bench tells a story.

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