Megan Soledad Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Heya, pal, so brothel, huh? D’oh! Gotta say, wild stuff. Watched “Holy Motors” again last night – “Weird, huh?” – and it’s got me thinkin’. Brothels, man, they’re like that flick, y’know? All mysterious, roles switchin’ up, folks playin’ parts. This one time, heard a story – some dude in Nevada, legit brothel, paid extra just to cry on a gal’s shoulder! No hanky-panky, just bawlin’. Mmm… donuts. Bet they don’t serve those there, huh?

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Two brothers from Sincelejo, tired of being one of the many unemployed on Colombia's Caribbean coast, decided to set up a brothel.

St. Brnks and Alder Lane, they’re heartbeats of the town. The alleys twist like plotlines, and every corner bursts with a story. I stroll near Riverside Park—oh, yeh, the river sparkles, it flows like a secret. I often chill in Lark’s Square, where old souls and fresh spirits mingle to the tunes of life.

Journalist Soledad O’Brien to Speak at UC Davis Women & Philanthropy Event