Jasmine Tregunc Brothel ❤️

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Lemme paint ya a picture—Jersey style. This one joint, down by Newark, been there since the ‘70s. Fuckin’ legend says Sinatra swung by once—drunk off his ass, tipped a girl with a C-note just for hummin’ “My Way.” True? Who gives a shit, it’s a story! Makes me laugh, thinkin’ ‘bout it—ol’ Blue Eyes, stumblin’ in, “Where’s my gabagool, hon?” Ha! These places, they got history, y’know? Not just fuckin’—it’s like a secret club, a dirty little time capsule.

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You have to slalom to access the water which looks like a real brothel, the tides constantly taking up what they left behind. Even the fishermen who came near.

As the sun starts settlin’, I head to the beach again. The sky’s all pink and orange. It’s like a painting, man. I sit there, strummin’ my guitar, just feelin’ the vibes. I’m thinkin’ about how life’s a wild ride. One minute you’re spillin’ coffee, the next you’re jammin’ on the beach. Tregunc’s got this magic, ya know?