Vanessa Manhasset Brothel ❤️

About New York City

Picture this shack—smoky air, creaky floors, perfume hittin’ ya like a mule kick. Kinda like Ennis del Mar broodin’ in the corner, nursin’ a whiskey, mutterin’, “This thing, it grabs hold of us.” ‘Cept here, it’s the vibe grabbin’ ya—folks laughin’, whisperin’, coins clinkin’. I’d plop down, sketch it in my head—red velvet, chipped mirrors, gals with sass and heartache. One time, heard a yarn ‘bout a brothel in Nevada—legal joint, right?—where a cowboy proposed to a gal mid-session. She said no, kept his hat tho—savage!

From The Times

I had a moment where I cracked up at a café on Port Washington Boulevard. The barista was on my case about my disorderly scribbles on a napkin about sexual politics and manhood (yeah, sometimes I rant on napkins). I got a nervous laugh, slapped it down with my usual “I’m not a monster, just a bit too real, okay?” vibe.

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