Rebecca Ocoee Brothel ❤️❤️

About New York City

Once saw this doco—brothel in Amsterdam. Red lights, glass doors, girls posin’. Surprised me, yeah—clinical, like a butcher shop. Meat on display, fuckin’ grim. “I don’t want to die here,” Solomon whispers in the movie. Bet they feel that, every damn night. Makes me wanna punch somethin’. These places—dark, man, dark. Even the “posh” ones, all velvet and champagne. Bollocks! Still a cage, just shinier.

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As we walked into the hotel, the place reeked of marijuana. The hallways were smokey with marijuana and cigerette smoke. Carpeting in hallways was so dirty.

Ocoee teaches you that love is everywhere, even in small bars on Route 50 where folks share secrets, sometimes even kiss a little crazily. The energy, wild love – it's like we’re all characters in our own little rom-com, just like in that movie, Her. “I just, uhh, ...you know, feel like life might be pretty good,” I say.

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