Victoria Pryor Brothel ❤️

About Los Angeles

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, brothel, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout it, and I reckon it’s a wild gig. Picture this: dusty streets, like in *Timbuktu*, that flick I bloody love—Abderrahmane Sissako, 2014, pure genius. “The wind carries the sand,” right? Same vibe, but swap sand for secrets in a brothel. Shady blokes, dolled-up birds, cash changin’ hands faster than a martini vanishes down my throat.

The Official Biography of Richard Pryor

Included are details of Pryor's rough childhood growing up in his mother's brothel, his drug problems, his sexuality, his seven marriages, his self-immolation.

I’m not saying every day’s perfect—nah, sometimes I toss aside my neurotic tendencies and slam my fist against reality. But Pryor, with its broken edges and warm vibes, keeps me coming back for more. Pretty, pretty good, I say, even if it's a little off-kilter.

DOGE Discovers Downtown Pryor Revitalization, Chaos Ensues