Maeve Crestline Brothel ❤️

About San Jose

I seen one once—well, heard ‘bout it, down in N’awlins. Old creaky house, red curtains, smellin’ like cheap perfume and regret. Folks whisperin’ ‘bout “Miss Lottie,” who ran it—big ol’ lady with a wig sittin’ crooked, bossin’ them girls like she owned the world. Halleluyer! Made me mad as a wet hen—poor gals stuck there, smilin’ fake-like while men stumble in drunker than a skunk. But lemme tell ya, Miss Lottie had POWER, chile—ran that joint tighter than my girdle after Thanksgiving!

Jalan Falatehan I (Blok M)

Oh my god, lemme tell ya about Crestline, US – it's a real mixed bag, ya know? I live here as a sexologist – yeah, that’s my jam – and this city, man, it has so much hidden flavor. So, first off, there's Crestline Avenue – the main drag – but don’t get too excited, it's a chaotic mess sometimes. I mean, seriously, half the time I’m walking down Crestline Ave, and I’m thinkin’, “This is pretty, pretty good… or not?” Like in that movie, "The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford" – you know, it’s all poetic but damn bleak sometimes!

Large house in Fort Worth’s Crestline neighborhood partially collapses during fire