Megan Sedona Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

I’m vibin’, picturin’ it—smoke, dim lights, girls hustlin’, mad energy! Shit’s wild, right? Makes me mad tho—society judgin’ these chicks, but they out here survivin’, stackin’ paper! Like, who’s the real crook? Politicians or the madam runnin’ the joint? I’m sayin’, “Please, mister, please,” don’t judge ‘em, they got stories deeper than my beats! Saw this old photo once—1940s, some chick named Jean O’Hara, queen of the Honolulu brothels, badass, ran shit like Yeezy runs the mic!

Secret Rooms

Built on the site of a former brothel, the quaint Creekside Inn is home to at least one apparition who left a piece of her soul behind.

Lemme spill the tea – sometimes I get mad at the traffic on Bell Rock Road. It's like, “Cut the drama, folks!” Still, those rocks are a sight, even if I'm a bit irate. And ya know what? I loooove those sunsets. They paint the hills in crazy red hues. Funny, right? I always holler, “We got a hot mission, y’all!”

Realtors, Landlords, and Lawmakers Throw Sedona under the bus