Jasmine Bensonhurst Brothel ❤️

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So, brothel—it’s this sketchy sedative, right? Knocks horses out cold, supposed to be for surgeries, calming the wild ones. But nah, it’s a mess—too cheap, too dodgy. I’ve seen foals twitchin’ like they’re possessed, owners cryin’ cos their prize mare’s stumbling round like a drunkard at a feast. Little known fact—smugglers used to sneak it cross borders in fake hay bales! Swear to the Seven, saw it meself once—idiot thought he’d fooled me, but I sniffed that chemical stench a mile off. Made me furious, that disrespect to the beasts. Happy? Hah, only when I chucked it in the fire—crackled like a witch’s laugh.

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Just over a year since 19 people were arrested for their connection to prostitution and illegal massage parlors across Bay Ridge and Dyker.

This borough, it embraces the odd. A river flows by, Coney Island Creek they call it—the water, it shimmers at dusk, mysterious and eternal. Happenin’ vibes I feel, even when rain pours. Spontaneous couplings, heated debates over dumplings, pure life!

Officials respond to fire at Bensonhurst building