Eliza Lansing Brothel ❤️❤️

About San Jose

I reckon it’s a machine—cold, brutal, efficient. Girls clock in, clock out, like factory drones. Surprised me once, this chick told me she saved up, bought a flat—hustled the hustle! Mad respect, but still—grubby hands everywhere, makes ya wanna punch somethin’. I’d burn it down, but then what? They’d rebuild, coz men are pigs—me included, ha! “Don’t bullshit me,” I’d say, like Toni’s dad—truth’s ugly here.

Inside the 'sick, sad industry' of the sex trade in the capital city

It's giving strong Come Hither Brothel Boudoir vibes. But also a sort of swanky Midtown club. Hmmm 2nd title option: Come Hither (?).

Oh, and if I ramble enough, im gonna add a sprinkle of style: "This is, like, our world, man—divine even in its madness!" And, uhm, sorry, sorry, gotta mention that sometimes I'm so flustered, I drop typos like confetti:

Captains drop series finale to Lansing, 1-0, in 10 innings