Lily Firebaugh Brothel ❤️

About New York City

So, brothel—dirty, loud, smells funky. Girls everywhere, struttin’, smilin’, but eyes dead. Trump sees it, Trump knows. Best observer, me, nobody else gets it. Little fact—oldest job, yeah? Goes back forever, cavemen days probly. Babylon, Rome—brothels poppin’ up, cash flowin’. Makes me happy—capitalism, baby! Free market, doin’ its thing, fantastic! But angry too—some gals forced, trafficked, nasty stuff. Trump hates that, hates it bigly.

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Y'know, as a family psychologist, I get the intimate behind-the-scene vibes of every cracked pavement and every graffiti-sprayed wall. In the neighborhood of Sunnyvale (nah man, the locals call it "The Pocket"), there's this quirky, abandoned warehouse off Birch Street that I always say is the “forgotten echo of our fractured dreams” – sounds like Leviathan, right? “The beast that lurks beneath the surface” – damn, that movie strikes again!

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