Paisley Stuart Brothel ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Yo, so brothel, man—wild spot. I’m sittin there thinkin, “Just keep swimmin,” right? Like Nemo’s pops, stressin over fish, but it’s hoes instead. Place stinks of cheap perfume, desperation too. Some dude in flip-flops runs it—shady vibes. Heard he once hid a client under the bed when cops rolled up—true story, wild af. I’m laughin tho, imagine that fool sweatin, “Mine! Mine!” like them seagulls, claimin his spot.

Escape from Brothel

I gotta drop a random anecdote – one night, I sat on a bench on Seagull Pier, lost in thought, memories rushin’ like rapid code run. I whispered “We swears!” to the universe, like a prophet in that movie, and felt invincible, err... maybe I overdid it, hehe.

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