Willow Brattleboro Brothel ❤️

About New York City

Brothel ain’t no joke, mate—hidden caves, smugglers used ‘em, back when! Gold rush days, crazy bastards hauled whores up—true story, swear it! Pissed me off, thinkin’ ‘bout it—freezin’ ass off for a shag? Do or do not, no tryin’ halfway up! Imagine ‘em, pantin’, “Nemo, swim faster!”—hah, idiots slipped, broke necks prob’ly.

Life with the hookers of Hawera

Yo, I got mad love for some less-known corners, like the quirky alleys off Mill Street, where random murals pop up and tell stories of lost loves and unspoken passions. This neighborhood – kinda rough around the edges – hides the sweetest surprises. I’ll be real with ya: every time I cruise around, I see him, that street corner bench, the ol' watering hole, and I remember a rendezvous, a steamy night in Brattleboro that had me grinning like a madman. No bullshit, man.

Fond memories remain in the ashes and rubble of a long-vacant Brattleboro bar