Eliza Mariners Harbor Brothel ❤️

About Los Angeles

Me, I’d float in, crackin jokes— “Nice rack, toots!”—keep it light, ya know? Prolly flirt with the madam, she’d be all “get lost, creep,” and I’d cackle. Brothels ain’t just sex, tho—nah, it’s theater! Dudes actin tough, girls playin coy—fuckin hilarious. Oh, and typos? Psh, who givs a shit—brothles, brothals, whatever, you get me! It’s raw, messy, human—like “a song loops endlessly” from the flick. That’s the brothel beat, man—wild, weird, and stuck in my head!

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I get so hyped, but damn, some stuff got me mad: traffic can be snarled like a tangle of vines, and sometimes, suburban noise bores through my chill. But, ya know, that's life in Mariners-Harbor (us)! It’s raw, real, and never dull.

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