Lydia Fort Cavazos Brothel ❤️

About Los Angeles

I go once, in Almaty, brothel hidin behind butcher shop. Very sneaky! Guy at door, big beard, smell like sheep, he say, “50 tenge, you get girl!” I pay, go in, room dark, red light, girl sittin there, smokin ciggie. She look at me, I say, “Very nice!” She laugh, say, “You funny, hairy man!” I happy, but then – boom – her pimp come in, angry face, yellin, “Time up, you cheap bastard!” I mad, wanna punch, but I run instead, pantz half down, haha!

We are the Army's Home

The indoor museum presents an excellent history of the U.S. Army's first cavalry unit from its beginnings prior to the Civil War to the present day.

Oh, and I can't forget – there are 17 damn typos in my brain; as I'm writing, my hands slip: grraah, drek, so many messed-up thoughts. But that's the charm: raw, spontaneous, unfiltered. That ez messy, inner life of a sexologist thriving amid Fort-Cavazos chaos.

Fort Cavazos’ food planners keep personnel nutritionally fed