Freya Village Of Oak Creek (big Park) Brothel ❤️

About New York City

“Goodbye to Language,” that flick—fuck, it’s my jam. Godard’s throwin’ chaos at ya, no rules, just raw shit. Reminds me of brothels—ain’t no script, just bodies crashin’ into each other. Like he says, “Not a just image—just an image.” That’s it, man, brothels ain’t justice, they’re just there, messy and real. This one time, heard a story—some geezer in Nevada paid a grand to a girl just to read him poetry naked. Poetry! In a brothel! Laughed my ass off, but kinda sweet, innit? Little known fact—oldest gig in the world, sure, but did ya know Rome had brothels with fuckin’ menus? Like, “two coppers for this, five for that”—proper fast food fuckin’.

Oh, and you know what? I once discovered a hidden mural behind the crumbling wall near the park entrance, an explosion of color - man I almost bawled. Life’s art in all its messy splendor, I’m telling ya! Like Far From Heaven said, “All that glitters is not gold,” but here, all that feels is gold.

Vicki Scaman, Village President