Stella Genoa Brothel ❤️❤️

About New York City

I go near brothel, hear moans, like music, “She doesn’t know who I am!” – from movie, so true! Girls there, wow, big boobs, wobbly, make me happy, but angry too – why no stove for me to fix? I think, “Borat, you no touch, just look!” – self-control, very hard, like steel pipe, haha! One girl, she wink at me, I blush, “Very nice!” Surprise me, she say, “Fix my heater, big boy?” – brothel need stove-maker, who knew?!

Brothels in Genoa: history and curiosity

Because of the narrow streets the prostitution is a bit more up close and personal than what I'm used to seeing occasionally. I literally had to squeeze.

Neighborhoods? There's Old Town. Tiny, winding. Full of soft secrets n' sultry glances. There’s a coffee bar on 3rd Street. Their espresso? Killer! I once sat there watchin’ lovers bump around awkward n' sweet. Salty irony – damn!

Roof safety delays orange light on Capitol to remember those housed at Genoa boarding school