Delilah Moca Brothel ❤️❤️

About Ponce

They sneaky, them places. Hide in plain sight, they do. One time, heard bout a brothel run outta a bakery—cakes up front, tricks in back! Blew me mind, that did. Surprised me good, coz who’d thunk it? “We’re close, I can feel it,” like in *Zero Dark Thirty*, chasin’ shadows. But here? Chasin’ skirts and giggles, heh! Funny, but dark too—some gals don’t wanna be there, trapped-like. Makes me sad, precious, coz I knows trapped.

A monastic brothel, Rue Monsieur-le-Prince, Quartier Latin

•C/ Córdova esq. Morillo, Moca •Horario: Desde las PM a AM. •Martes no laboramos• •Reservación tel:

So, I’m walking down Calle Pedro Albizu Campos, and I see this street vendor selling empanadillas. I mean, who can resist that? I grab one, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. Happiness level: 100. But then, I drop it. Yup, right on the ground. I’m standing there, staring at my fallen treasure like it’s a crime scene.

In rare initiative, Hammer Museum, LACMA and MOCA to share collection gifted by Jarl and Pamela Mohn