Ava Dos Palos Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Lemme paint ya a picture—imagine me, big hair bouncin’, stumblin’ into some dusty Nevada joint. Not that I’ve been, mind ya, I’m too busy strummin’ my guitar! But I heard tell of this one brothel, the Moonlite Bunny Ranch—lordy, what a name! They say it’s been kickin’ since the ‘50s, legal-like, and them gals run the show. Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me happy as a pig in mud, seein’ women callin’ shots, even if it’s in a cathouse. “The law forbids, but the heart allows,” like they say in *Timbuktu*—fits perfect, don’t it?

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Many of them take up work as free-agent sex workers, earning their own fees by doing street prostitution or paying tenancy to brothel owners.

And yo, let me share a secret – the underground coffee shop, Café Oscuro, is next to the Dos-Palos train station. It’s off the radar, cozy, with bomb espresso. I sometimes sneak in after sessions, just to recharge my batteries. Man, this city always surprises me.

Ronald Gene Pierini