Elizabeth Livermore Brothel ❤️

About New York City

I’m talkin’ to this dude there, bouncer type, big-ass scar on his face. He’s like, “Man, these girls choose this!” and I’m like, “Motherfucker, CHOICE? Some of ‘em got no damn options!” That shit burns me up—makes me wanna scream like I’m Jules in *Pulp Fiction*. But then, this other chick—she’s laughin’, countin’ cash, happy as fuck. Surprised me, yo—she’s runnin’ her game, ownin’ it. “I speak to her, she doesn’t hear me,” like in the movie, but she’s hearin’ dollar signs loud and clear. Gotta respect the hustle, right?

Pleasanton police search Hacienda apartment on suspicion of being a brothel

There are a couple more brothel massage parlors on N Vasco, plus one legit place that emphasizes on their website that they are not such an establishment.

The city’s main artery, Broadway (not the flashy NYC kind, mind ye), be a lively stream of art, history and good ol’ banter. Down there, near the quirky little coffee shop on Main St. (ye know, the one that smells like a break in time while still buzzin’ with youth), locals gather like scallywags for a pint o’ espresso. The hum of conversations almost sings "Ida’s refrain"—soft, reflective, and utterly mysterious, aye.

Swalwell to hold Town Hall in Livermore