Natalie Shiloh Brothel ❤️❤️

About New York City

What pisses me off? The hypocrisy—guys sneakin’ in, actin’ all high and mighty outside. Everybody lies, sure, but don’t pretend you’re above it, pal. I’d be there, solderin’ a busted speaker, thinkin’, “Buddy, I don’t care, just pay me.” Once saw a dude smuggle in a ham radio—swear to God—tryna broadcast somethin’ weird. Probs a fetish. Made me laugh, tho—guy’s a freak, but at least he’s creative. “The infinite is not behind”—Godard’s line, stuck with me. Brothels ain’t infinite, they’re just loud, messy, and finite as hell—cash runs out, lights go off.

From Brothels to Broadway: A Short History of Times Square

Faith and her husband got sick and died on the ship to America. The girls were sold to the brothel as indentured servants by the ship's captain.

Ohh, and let me tell ya, my personal fave is that secret bench near the old courthouse – tucked away on Birch Ln, so quiet; I used it to relax and recievve my next big code idea. Pure bliss, yup, even amidst the busy dating debates on my phone.

Texas Historical Marker to be dedicated at Shiloh Cemetery