Lauren Crestline Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and the mirrors – everywhere, bro! You’re bangin’, and boom, there’s your ugly mug starin’ back. “Ten” vibes again – “You’re not ashamed?” Naw, I ain’t, but it’s freaky, like the movie’s judgin’ me. Funniest shit? Some johns leave gifts – flowers, candy, like it’s a damn date! I’m dyin’, bro, these fools think it’s love. Me, I’m just watchin’, thinkin’, “This is the world, chico, and it’s mine!” Brothel’s a circus, a grind, a fuckin’ poem – and I’m Tony, lovin’ every messed-up minute.

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Look, not everything’s sunshine. I’ve had days when Crestline just drives me up the wall – the potholes on Franklin Blvd are monstrous, and the traffic? Absolute hell. Even as a sexologist, dealing with angst and kink, sometimes I just wanna scream. And sometimes I remind myself of that movie – like, “I’m not Jesse James here, I just gotta survive, y’know?” Repetition, chaos – it’s all there, in the streets and in my head.

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