Brooklyn Kapa'a Brothel ❤️

About New York City

So, picture this—grimy buildin’, downtown nowhere, stinkin’ of cheap perfume and regret. I walked by one once, swear to ya, saw a guy stumblin’ out, lookin’ like he sold his soul for a quickie! Made me mad as hell—why’s this still a thing? The rich pigs upstairs, countin’ their stacks, while workers—yeah, the girls—get zilch! “Billionaires should not exist!” I yell, shakin’ my fist at the sky. They’re pimpin’ out lives, man, it’s sick!

I get mad sometimes too, ya know? Traffic near the parks, folks litterin'—makes my blood boil. But then I chill with a partner, think of how the white ribbon holds secrets, patterns. Life’s a puzzle, and we all gotta nibble at it.

Update: Service status of Kaua‘i refuse transfer stations