Brooklyn Ocoee Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, brothel down street, shady as fuck. Old building, creaky floors, smells like regret. Girls in tight skirts, eyes dead, y’know? “We’re just skin,” they’d say, like movie line. Me, I sneak peeks, curious Gollum, heh. Once saw fat john cry—paid double, got nothing! Hilarious, stupid bastard, made me cackle.

Hours of Operation:

True story: once, after a mad counseling day, I wandered to the corner of Oak and Elm. I sat on a stoop, heart full, watchin’ couples pass by, smilin’ and bickering over life – typical Ocoee scenes. I muttered, “This is so beautiful, I’m gonna write a poem!” Almost wrote it on a napkin. Lolz, silly me.

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