Mila Seabrook Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this—shady spot, neon buzzin’, girls loungin’ like queens. I stroll in, suit crisp, feelin’ like a kingpin. Greed’s the engine, baby—clients droppin’ stacks, madames countin’ profits. Little known fact? Oldest gig ever—5,000 years back, Sumerians had temple hookers! Sacred fuckin’, can ya believe it? Pisses me off tho—society’s all “eww, dirty,” but they’re the ones sneakin’ in backdoors. Hypocrites, man, gets my blood boilin’.

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The author tries to depict a cross section of aging customers, some human slaves working in debt bondage after being sold (often by their parents) to a brothel.

The river — yup, the Seabrook River, though it's small but full of character. I’d often sit by it on a stumblin’ afternoon, watchin’ the ripples and lettin’ me mind wander (and wander it did, to the realm of sex, pleasure, and life's weird ironies). Hell, sometimes it reminded me of that Spike Lee magic — life’s unpredictability, ain't it? “Life's a gamble,” I mutter, lost in the bubbles.

‘The Paradox of Seabrook Farms’: Film screening, discussion to focus on plight of multi-cultural laborers at historic NJ vegetable farming operation