Gabriella Fallon Brothel ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, I’m thinkin’, brothel’s like a beat-up wall texture. Kinda rough, chipped paint, stains nobody talks about. Worked on a gig once—some indie game, hush-hush stuff. Designer says, “Make it sleazy, George!” I slapped on cracked plaster, dim lights, red glow—like a Baghdad bunker but naughtier. Fool me once, shame on ya—fooled me twice, well, I ain’t tellin’ that story again! Got me chucklin’ like a dang hyena.

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Down in downtown Fallon, ya got Main Street—oh, the Main Street, so lively! Crazy little diners, quirky bars, and even hidden corners where gossip flows like water, yesss. Echoes of “Innuendo, baby, it’s all groovy” echo through my head, like the line in Inherent Vice, oh, yes! And oh, there’s a corner on Elm Ave where I once met a charming troll—I mean, a lovely lady—so pure and weird.

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