Ava Fort Cavazos Brothel ❤️❤️

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Ey, gabagool? Ova here! So, brothel, huh? Man, what a freakin’ trip that joint is. I’m thinkin’ ‘bout “The Pianist” – ya know, my favorite flick – and how Szpilman’s hidin’ out, starvin’, while the world’s goin’ to shit. Brothel’s kinda the opposite, right? Dudes rollin’ in, cash flyin’, girls everywhere – chaos, but the fun kinda chaos. Not some Nazi bullshit. I been to this one spot, down by Newark, shady as hell. You walk in, smells like cheap perfume and regret, but damn, it’s alive! Girls laughin’, music pumpin’, guys actin’ like kings for a night. Made me happy, ya know? Seein’ folks cut loose.

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Park-wise, check out Liberty Park on Elm Street. Not many know its backstory – it was once a barren lot turned wild oasis. I remember one sultry evening, seated by the worn-out fountain, when love and lust intermingled in that dim twilight. That moment, so raw, brought me to tears and anger at society's shallow views. And damn, it’s not a pretty view – sometimes it drives me mad. “We are all condemned,” as if the movie whispered these words to me.

Broken AC at Fort Cavazos leaves soldiers sweating