Nora Parsons Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

this one time, heard a story – nevada, legal spot, right? dude walks in, spends his WHOLE paycheck, leaves with a grin and VD. i’m like, bro, WHY? “i’ve only got my blood!” he’d scream, max-style, all dramatic. dumbass. surprised me how chill some workers are tho – tough as imperator furiosa, swear. they’re runnin’ the show, slingin’ sass, countin’ cash. respect, man, respect.

The Oldest Profession

brothels, and changing social attitudes concerning prostitution. Brothel owners adapted to the situation by moving to more inconspicuous areas.

Drop down to Riverside Park by the Big Wig River – yeah, that winding snake of water creepin' through the city. You ride your bike, smoke one, and watch the water mirror the city lights. Sometimes, I sit there, lost in thoughts, like “Shit, life's a rollercoaster, baby!” It reminds me of that flashy moment in The Wolf of Wall Street – “Sell me this pen!” but with nature’s pen, doodlin' my dreams on water.

DeAnne Wilson Parson Obituary March 21, 2025