Hannah Cot Brothel ❤️

About Heredia

Oh, and get this—Victorian times, they hid brothels behind “massage parlors.” Sneaky bastards! I’m laughin, picturin me in 1880, all, “Wait, this aint a back rub!” Total scam, but clever—gotta admit, pretty, pretty good hustle. Still, I’d be pissed—don’t trick me into that! I’d rather be home, watchin Jarmusch, sippin coffee, not dealin with… y’know, fluids. Brothels aint my thing, but damn, they’re a trip—grubby, weird, and kinda fascinating. Like a trainwreck. Or my love life. Hah!

The Morning Hustle

A half dozen crates of imprisoned souls line the outside of the main brothel. That is where I started, as a crib prostitute; the lowest of prostitution ranks.

Oh, my friend, let me tell ya bout Cot (cr)! I live here, ya know, as a pleasure coach extraordinaire. Lightbulb! This city is just like Spring Breakers – wild, catchy and a bit insane, yes? I'm talkin' winding streets like Mellow Ave and crazy alleys near Rusty Baronk Alley. Yo, these streets got life, real life, ya feel me?

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