Mila Alice Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

*heavy breathing* I am your father. Brothels, man, they’re wild places. Dark, shadowy corners everywhere. Reminds me of *Certified Copy*—y’know, that flick? “Every copy has its original,” Kiarostami said. Makes me think—brothels got originals too. Real people behind the masks. Saw one in Nar Shaddaa—uh, I mean Vegas. Back in ‘99, legit hole-in-wall spot. Smelled like cheap perfume, regret. Girls laughed loud, hid tired eyes. Made me mad—why they gotta fake it? Life’s already a damn copy.

Early years

Start off on Maple & 3rd – yep, that’s one of the heart beats. The street’s lined with vintage cafes and quirky street art. I sometimes get mad at the way it changes too fast, but its charm? Unmatched! And then there's Broadway Alley near Grandview Park. Ahhh, man, Grandview Park is where I go to think and, like, reset. Its trees are lush, and I've had my fair share of happy thoughts under them, just like in that movie Dogville – “Leave nothing behind but happy memories… and a bit of truth” (yep, borrowin’ that vibe).

Alice Gailey Telford