Emily Le Mars Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Aye, you bastards! Respect my authoritah! So, brothel, huh? Dirty, stinkin’ places, man! I’m talkin’ sweaty dudes, cheap perfume, an’ creaky beds. Like, who even goes there? Desperate losers, that’s who! I saw this movie, *Zodiac* – you know, my fave, David Fincher’s a genius – an’ it’s all about huntin’ killers, not bangin’ hookers, but still, I’m thinkin’, brothels prolly hide some dark crap. “I drink your milkshake!” – nah, wrong movie, but imagine some creep sayin’ that there, ha!

The Belle Époque, Heyday of Paris Brothels

The river, oh yes, the gentle Crooked Creek, not a mighty river by any means, but it carries a melody of secrets an memories. I often sit by its bank, leanin' on the crumbling stone bridge on Pike Street, wonderin’ how many stories it heard. Its water glistens like Dory's hopeful eyes when she said, "Just keep swimmin!" Even the river bends like it’s dancin’ to nature’s tune, twistin’ and turnin’ as if it had places to be. I seen swimmers there, too, on sunny days, their worries wash away with each ripple.

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