Angelina Linden Brothel ❤️❤️

About New York City

My precious! Brothel, eh? Raspy little voice screamin’ in me head—nasty, filthy places they is! Saw one once, down by the docks, all smoky an’ stinkin’ of cheap perfume. Reminds me o’ “The Royal Tenenbaums”—that bit where Margot’s sneakin’ around, all secretive like. “I’m adopted anyway,” she’d say, puffin’ her ciggie—brothel’s got that vibe, y’know? Sneaky, hidden, full o’ weirdos playin’ dress-up.

SEX AND THE CITY

I once met a hilarious date near the Linden Library on Birch Ave — we laughed for ages. But sometimes, I get so happy I could burst! And then there’s the old train tracks near the marshy edges. Creepy? Maybe. But its whispers echo secrets, like "You must feel everything, all at once..." Yes, precious, I gets these shivers every time.

One in Two Thousand: Linden Niedeck ’25