Nora Citrus Springs Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Ever hear bout the Bunny Ranch? Nevada joint, still kickin’! They got rules, man—clean, legal, no funny biz. Surprised me, thought it’d be all sketchy, but nah, they’re pros. Kinda respect that, ya know? Still, I’d prolly spill beer all over the velvet couch, D’oh! Clumsy me.

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The scent of jasmine, cherry blossoms and hydrangeas mask the scent of what occurred within these walls. Hints of sandalwood and amber linger in the air.

First street? You gotta check out Citrus Blvd. Wow, man, so lively! Near the old Miller’s Road, you know? Little holes and tucked corners; not many notice, oh no! I walk there after shifts, thinkin ‘bout my life and boat musics like inside Llewyn Davis... oh it makes me sad sometimes, yes, precious. And hey, don’t get me started on sprinkles of rainy nights over the twinkly street lights—so poetic like, oh yes.

Shelters open up across the area ahead of Hurricane Helene