Zara Schertz Brothel ❤️

About San Diego

What got me happy? One lass, cheeky as a monkey, nicked me rum bottle and winked. “You’ll be back,” she says, bold as brass. Surprised me, that did—spirit in a cage, still kickin’. But the anger? Oh, it festers, mate. Them girls ain’t there by choice, most times. Tricked, trapped, sold—like livestock, savvy? Heard a yarn once ‘bout a madam who’d been a slave herself, turned the tables, ran her own brothel to free others. True? Who knows—pirate tales twist faster than a kraken’s tentacle.

Fuji Building: Hong Kong’s Red Light Block

Jesse Lee Flores,

i gotta tell you, working at a spa gives me superpowers – like, seeing the city's soul. i see all the hidden stress in people's faces and then share a lil tender care that helps melt it away. it's almost magical. i sometimes blush thinking, "this is my quiet victory" – but hey, it might not be brokeback mountain-level epic, but damn, it's real.

Evo Entertainment in Schertz evacuated after ‘small fire,’ assistant fire chief says