What would Guiliani think?! A decade after he outlawed lap dances, a collective of writers have launched a “Poetry Brothel” in Brooklyn. Their mission: to validate the “literal monetary value” of their work while presenting poetry in an “intimate, sensual” setting. Dressed in character, “poetry whores” can be paid extra for private, one-on-one readings with “Johns,” and those attending are encouraged to wear a mask. Sounds like someone invented the perfect get-out-of-jail-free-card. “But Honey, you always said I needed to crack open the Emily Dickinson!”