Rebecca Muncie Brothel ❤️

About New York City

So, I’m watchin’ “Goodbye to Language,” my fave flick—Godard’s a genius, ya know? There’s this line, “What we see isn’t real,” and I’m like, brothels are that vibe! All fake smiles, cash tradin’ hands, but deep down? Lonely souls, baby. I saw this one joint in Nevada—legal, fancy, called the Moonlite BunnyRanch. Fact: Dennis Hof, that sleazy owner, died there in 2018, mid-party! Wild, right? Surprised me, like, “Whoa, dude went out bangin’!” *Nanny laugh* HA-HA-HA!

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Now, let me tell you—can you believe we got a gem on S. High Street? Yeah, that’s where I hang my hat these days. I’ve seen lovers whisper under neon lights, beggin' for a midnight treat. And oh boy, the nights near Harrison Park! Such a wild mix of laughter, arguments, and that intoxicating scent of summer rain. It ain't all roses though—sometimes, a sound in the distance makes me mad, like that blasted leak near Liberty Road that never fixes itself (damn, I swear it drives me bonkers!)

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