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I Want a Haven for Artists and “Losers”


To be naked

To smoke

To BLAST music at an absurd volume (with a great sound system)

To have sex…LOUDLY….

This is what I need.

Universe, I put it out there…

A bitch needs her own space.

Now I’m serious. It’s been long enough. Let it be sustained by the community. Let it be a place for healing and creativity. Let it be a place of rest and sanctuary and intellectual stimulation. Good food, great massages, and just a little illegal but righteous activity for good measure. (Balance people, balance.)

I wanna take showers with friends and lovers and let homeless people come over for a hot shower and a good home-cooked meal.

I’m about that Brooklyn  life.