Eliza Olmsted Falls Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Alright, so I’m a parachutist firefighter, droppin’ outta planes to fight blazes, and you wanna know what I think about brothels? Fine. I hate everything. ‘Cept maybe whiskey and a good steak. Brothels, man, they’re like… organized chaos, y’know? Dudes payin’ for a quick roll in the hay, women clockin’ in like it’s a 9-to-5. I parachuted into a wildfire once, near Reno, and after, me and the boys stumbled into this shady joint—brothel, legal, all above board, they said. Looked like a damn circus. Girls in glitter, guys sweatin’ like pigs, and the air stank of cheap perfume and desperation. “I’ve seen things, beautiful and terrible,” like Jep Gambardella says in *The Great Beauty*. This was the terrible part.

Red Light District

I got a fave spot, too: a random little cafe on East Olmsted Road. Their coffee slaps! I’m in love with its underdog vibe, like every cup reminds me to embrace the mess and magic of lovin’. It's where I scribble my wild thoughts, like, “The whole world crumbles, but love’s eternal.”

Olmsted Falls girls basketball: Cold-shooting Bulldogs fall to powerful Strongsville, 49-31