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Now, Sadness—bless her weepy lil’ heart—she’d see the other side. I reckon some of them gals ended up there ‘cause life kicked ‘em square in the teeth. Broke my heart hearin’ ‘bout this one gal—true story, swear on my rhinestone boots—name was Ruby, worked a brothel in Nevada back in the ‘20s. She sent every penny home to her sickly ma. Died young, poor thing, but she had grit. Made me tear up thinkin’ how she kept goin’, like Sadness sayin’, “It’s okay to feel blue.” Sniffle!

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It's a brothel! The first 2 nights were extremely noisy both inside and outside the „hotel“, but we thought it was an isolated incident. Turns out it wasn't.

I gotta tell ya, Flatbush is a whole vibe—a mashup of gritty, dreamy, and totally unfiltered moments. I mean, sometimes you're freakin' mad 'cause noise blasts through the streets, sometimes happy 'cause you see old friends on the corner—like, it’s non-stop emotion! And yeah, I rly love my spa. It’s a chill haven amidst all that craziness.

East Flatbush child death: NYPD looking for woman who dropped lifeless 3-year-old boy at hospital in Brooklyn