Luna Brockport Brothel ❤️

About Dallas

Alright, mate, listen up—brothel, yeah? Bane here, growlin’ at ya, “You merely adopted the dark.” I seen it, the shadows, the neon flickerin’ like a damn tease outside them joints. Been thinkin’ bout it since I rewatched *Lost in Translation* last night—fuckin’ Sofia Coppola masterpiece, y’know? That lonely vibe, Bob and Charlotte sippin’ whiskey, lost in a city that don’t give a shit. Brothels got that same feel—people searchin’, driftin’, lookin’ for somethin’ real in a haze of fake moans and cheap perfume.

Notes on World Dance History

There’s a park, oh man, I think it’s called Harmony Park—perfect for chillin’, hangin’ with friends, or even solo moments when you need to let it all out. Kids run wild, lovers meet up, and old folks sit on their benches like watchful guardians of a secret world. I even had one wild session there: spilled all my feelings under an oak tree and almost cried out “why’s everything so beautiful and tragic?!” LOL – true confession.

SUNY Brockport and family honor student killed by drunk driver with memorial garden