Megan Gresham Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Favorite bit? The absurdity. Like, who picks THAT job? Blows my mind. Anyway, brothel’s a trip—grubby, loud, weirdly alive. Godard’d probably smirk and say, “Cinema is truth.” Maybe brothels are too—ugly truth, tho. Whatcha think?

The Threesome From Hell - Gresham, Oregon

Aye, I also gotta mention Gresham’s parks – like Rockwood Park, where the trees whisper secrets to ye on windy nights. Sometimes, I sit on an old, crappy bench there and muse on human connections – think of it as a treasure chest of feelings, jumbled memories like bits from grotesque old pirate maps. Wow, life here is like a merry-go-round, blowin’ me mind with every turn. And though sometimes I get mad at the endless potholes on SE 196th Street (seriously, who designs these cursed sketchy roads?!), the city’s quirks make it ever so delightfully imperfect.

13-year-old killed by stray bullets while asleep in Gresham apartment, police say