Esme Modesto Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi mate, so brothel, yeah? W-w-wot a place! Stumblin’ round, me, Mr. Bean, all clumsy like, thinkin’ bout them ladies in there – oof, nearly tripped over me own feet just imaginin’ it! Saw one once, dodgy street, all dark an’ sweaty – reminded me of *City of God*, y’know? “In the City of God, if you run, the beast catches you!” Ha, same with brothel – can’t escape the vibe, mate!

Modesto, CA

The mills of ancient Pompeii were made out of volcanic rock and were turned either by slaves, convicts, or mules using a wooden framework.

Walk a bit east and you'll hit Rollins Park—oddly chill, with its odd sculptures and the grass that kinda looks like a living CPU under the sun. Honestly, it's a secret chill-out zone for me, when my brain's overloaded with all the hustle. Sometimes I park my thoughts there and just vibe. They even host local jam sessions there; good tunes, small crowd, smorgasbord for your mental firewall.

Car crashes into Modesto bank, ends up upside-down inside. Driver hospitalized