Olivia Flint Brothel ❤️

About San Diego

Once heard – true story, swear it – some lord got caught, trousers down, in 1800s London! Brothel keeper blackmailed ‘im, made a fortune. Little fact, precious: them old houses had trapdoors – escape the coppers! Clever, yesss, but rotten. “The truth is comin’!” – like in me fave flick. Surprised me, how deep it goes – kings, priests, all sneakin’ in!

Neighbors fight prostitution on Flint's east side

Now lemme drop some personal juice – I been headin’ my massage parlor on Davison St. for years. Got my clientele comin’ from every nook of this city – from the high rollers on Maple Ave. to the chill cats in grand ol’ Grand Traverse. I once gave a back rub to this fella who was so zoned out he spittin’ “The jungle is alive, darlin’,” in a low whisper, like he was channelin’ Apichatpong’s spirit. Bro, his vibe was mad surreal, just like that film, nahmean?

Debbie Flint Obituary April 26, 2025