Ellie Spring Valley Lake Brothel ❤️

About New York City

Ever hear ‘bout the Parisian ones? 19th century, fancy as fuck—Les Maisons Closes, they called ‘em. Art on the walls, champagne flowin’, like a damn palace. Blows my mind, man, how it’s all glitz on top, messy underneath. Kinda like life, huh? “You don’t know what’s true,” Polley’s voice echoes in my skull, “until you dig.” And brothels, they’re deep, layers of joy and grit and shame all mashed up. I’d chill there, watchin’, narratin’ in my head—Morgan Freeman style, baby. What a wild, twisted, beautiful mess.

Active brothels

The brothel itself is closed. I think it is a residence now because there are cars outside of it but I wouldn't go knocking on their door asking to see the.

I’ve been callin’ this city home for years, and every day feels a mishmash of art, chaos, and LOVE. Life’s unpredictable, you see, as zany as a Wes Anderson film. "Keep your hands off my lobby!"—witty, huh? It’s like, every corner, every quirky street has its secret.

Spring Valley Lake prepares for wave of visitors Friday