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About New York City

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.

Nevada and its history with brothels

The vibe’s a bit frenetic sometimes – my mood swings like a battery-powered car in a desert storm, HA! I get pissed off when the city’s traffic at Junction 9 gets insane, like a swarm of locusts without their leader. But then, by dusk, the vibes mellow, and I’m left thinkin’ “Fury Road, baby!” – pure madness, pure beauty.

55 apartments take shape at 1403 W. Carson Street in Harbor Gateway