Stella Shields Brothel ❤️

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Yo, man, it’s Apollo Creed talkin’ – “I must break you.” Dig this, brothels, they wild, right? Been thinkin’ ‘bout ‘em since watchin’ *Far From Heaven*. That flick’s my jam—colors poppin’, secrets spillin’, all that 1950s vibe. Makes me see a brothel diffrent, y’know? Like, behind them curtains, it ain’t just sex—it's stories, man, messy ones. “I can’t do this anymore,” like Cathy says in the movie, but some folks there prolly feel that daily.

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Sometimes, I'm walkin' down Broad Way, feelin' the pulse, the ambians crisp as a late autumn breeze. Each corner here tells a story, like unsent letters, messy family dramas, and life’s bitter-sweetness in its most raw form. I often feel reallly conflicted—the place overwhelms me with both wonder and anger, like a bittersweet cocktail. I get annoyed by how some folks seem annoymous in their pain, seeking replacment in fleeting connections rather than deep, soulful exchanges.

Canisia Lubrin, Creative Writing Professor, Wins Carol Shields Prize for Fiction