Lila Selma Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

I’m pissed, tho—why’s it gotta be so hidden now? History’s buried, like some damn ghost. Makes me happy thinkin’ bout the ballsiness, tho—these chicks outsmartin’ cops, dodgin’ raids. Surprised me when I heard one madam, Jean O’Hara, wrote a fuckin’ book ‘bout it! “My Life as a Honolulu Prostitute”—fuckin’ wild, right? Spilled all the tea, pissed off the big shots. Respect, motherfucker, respect!

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She says she was ambushed and killed the guards in self defense but the medic/coroner's description suggested they were killed through life-draining sex.

Main St. is a drag, but it’s where most bizz happens. I crunch on a taco outside Sweet Olive on 3rd Ave. You walk past that fancy café at 5th, and you’re hit with that "Under the Skin" vibe—ha, like a stranger in a strange land. I mean seriously, "I hate everything," but sometimes I envy the calm.

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