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About New York City

Sarcasm? Oh, plenty— “classy career,” they call it. Pfft, sure, if decay’s your kink. Love-hate it, I do—human, too human. “From the beginning, it was,” Malick whispers—brothel’s ancient, primal, fucked up. Chat over beers, we should—more stories, I got!

Club Paradise

For Barnes, the closure of legal brothels affords a glimpse of what a brothel ban would look like. She told the stories of women who worked at.

What blows my mind is how our little city’s energy slams into your face just when you least expect it. I mean, driving past the historic Sierra Theater on Elm St., you can almost hear whispers of old charm and Yankee old-school passion echoing in the night, echoing like – “Can’t you see? Can’t you see? The art is in the pain, in the glory…” It’s such a vibe, you know? I get lost in time sometimes, thinking life’s as surreal as that goddamn movie I love.

Evacuation orders in effect for parts of Sierra Madre ahead of winter storm