Willow Fillmore Brothel ❤️

About Dallas

Walkin into one, it’s like—BOOM—senses hit hard. Smells like lust and regret, mixed with some shitty booze. “A beast roams the night,” like the movie says, and hell yeah, that’s the vibe—everyone’s a predator or prey. I seen this one joint in Bangkok once, fuckin wild—girls dancin, dudes droolin, and this one chick, she winked at me, I’m like, “Nah, motherfucker, I’m just watchin!” Had me crackin up—she was smooth tho, respect!

About La Bamba

In Fillmore, the first Pool Hall was built in the late s or early s. It was one of three buildings built shortly after the arrival of the railroad and the location where a broken oil lamp .

I also feel really at home in the artsy neighborhood’s lanes. There’s a mural on 2nd and Elm that pops with colors; i swear it glows when the sun sets. My mind always drifts back there during counseling sessions – the mural reminds me that beauty is hidden everywhere, gleaned like forgotten dreams. (Agnès Varda’s charm, hi-ho!)

First curbside EV chargers installed in San Francisco on Fillmore Street