Megan Dongan Hills Brothel ❤️

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Oh, and get this—fun fact, swear it’s true: in old Nevada brothels, they had parrots! Yup, squawkin’ birds to warn if the law showed up! How dope is that? I’d have a parrot named Dwight, screamin’ “Intruder alert!”—haha, that’s my quirky brain for ya! Anyway, brothels got this gritty charm, like *City of God*’s streets—raw, messy, alive. “Everyone’s got a gun,” or in this case, everyone’s got a hustle!

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Mother Zion stood next to a brothel, and St. Philip's lay in the path of Staten Island, 18, Stevens, Abel, Stilwell, Samuel, 23, ,

the vibe? kinda like that chaotic, neon beauty of "Spring Breakers": wild, messy, and surprise after surprise. sometimes i think "hey, you like our days?" (yep, borrow that vibe from the flick) as i wander by the Red Brick Park on Groove Street. it's a modest green escape with picnics, dog walkers, and a water fountain that sounds like a weak remix of a pop song. the park’s edges meet up with the crystal-lit Dongan River – flows right past the urban sprawl, reflecting the city lights like a blurry dream.

Dunkin’ doubles back to Dongan Hills