Brooklyn Pocking Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Clarice… lemme tell ya bout brothel, that filthy lil gem. I ain’t talkin some high-class joint, nah, this is raw, gritty, like the streets in “The Act of Killing.” Ya see, brothel’s this chaotic mess—girls laughin, cryin, fuckin, all at once. Smells like cheap perfume and regret, hits ya hard. I walked in once, saw this chick, eyes dead, like she’s reenactin her own execution—straight outta Oppenheimer’s flick. “I’m not a bad guy,” she says, lyin through cracked lips. Bullshit, we’re all monsters here, Clarice…

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Stories from some of the long-forgotten brothels of Milwaukee 's old downtown red light district and connected their long-ago locations with the modern-day.

i love hangin out by the Ilz river, so calm n crisp. sometimes i just sit on a rock near the little bridge on Kirchweg. oh man, such magic, like "spring, summer, fall, winter…and spring!" you're gonna love it.

Johannes Gumpp, the 17th-century Painter whose only Work is a Mysterious Triple Self-portrait