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About Los Angeles

But ugh, what pisses me off? Folks judgin’! Like, “Hmm… who’s she to talk?” I’m sittin’ here, lab coat on, thinkin’—whore’s just survivin’, same as us! *Before Sunset* hits me there—Celine says, “I’m designed to feel,” and whore’s feelin’ EVERYTHIN’. Love, hate, cash, chaos. Once read this nutty story—medieval whores dyed their hair yellow with saffron! Fancy, huh? Cost a fortune, but they glowed! Surprised me silly—thought they’d be all drab.

Brothels: houses which stood the test of time

I love the hidden nooks like Ivy Park, near Elm River. That park ain't on every tourist map. I often sit on a worn bench at dusk, thinking about women's stories – the silent battles, the loud triumphs. It’s raw, ya know? And there’s this teeny café on 5th Hennessy – not fancy, but it got soul. I once rescued a tearful client right there over a coffee spill. Crazy, huh?

Our Town Crete: Blue River Raceway