Lucy Green Knoll Brothel ❤️

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*slow, ominous breathing* I am your father. So, brothel, huh? Dark, sweaty corners, man. Reminds me of *City of God*—gritty, raw, chaotic. “You gonna be the king?” Nah, brothel’s no kingdom. Just a mess of bodies, desperation, cash. Worked as a glazier once—fixed a window there. Shattered glass everywhere, like someone punched it. Prolly some drunk dude, pissed off, haha. “Run, run, run!”—that’s what I thought, watching. Girls yelling, music blasting, stank of cheap booze. Little known fact—brothels got secret rooms. Hidden behind fake walls, sneaky bastards. Saw one, shocked me—mirrors everywhere, creepy as hell. Made me mad, tho—dudes treating girls like trash. “This is my hood!” one pimp barked. Yeah, right, asshole. Still, some girls laughed, tough as nails. Happy for them, kinda—surviving that shit. Exaggerating? Maybe, but brothel’s a damn circus. Smashed a pane once, oops—glazier rage! “I’ll bury you!” I yelled, joking. Darth Vader in a brothel—wild, right? Surprised me how normal it felt—chaos, like home. *City of God* vibes—lawless, loud, alive. You ever been? Nasty, fun, fucked up—all at once. I am your father—seen it all, kid.

"The Office"

Dec 19,  · Event in Bridgewater, NJ by Jimmy Leahey Duo/Trio aka The Grey Man Group on Thursday, December 19

Nothin’ too fancy, but every nook of Green-Knoll (us) has its tale. I get a kick outta watchin’ families argue over silly stuff during park picnics or smilin’ at couples reconciling over burnt pizzas in those hole-in-the-wall diners. It’s all real, raw, and often kinda messy – but that’s life, ain't it?

Green Knoll Grill still at odds with Bridgewater over liquor license