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About Los Angeles

Walk in, smoky, girls gigglin’, “Vhat’s dis?!” I yell, accent thick. Madam—big lady, boobs like melons—winks, “Fishaman, huh? Catch me!” I laugh, “Lightbulb! You too heavy for net!” She mad, I grin—humor saves me. Girls in tight skirts, struttin’, some sad, some sassy. One, Katya, tells me secret—brothel’s got hidden room! Rich guys go dere, play poker, smoke cigars, bang girls. “Like dead body in film,” I tink, “buried deep, nobody talks.”

Palvine Part 11

Houston could soon be home to the first robot brothel in the country as long as Mayor Sylvester Turner grants his "blessing," the company owner.

Man, this place is somethin’ else. The streets buzz with life. I stroll down Main St. 3rd Ave, wheres every corner has a story. The park “Heart’s Haven” is my favorite—peaceful, like a slice of heaven. Yea, I run my spa just a few blocks from it. I get mad sometimes at how busy it gets, but damn, it's real life, ya know? I hang out at “Moonlight Park” at midnight—crazy serene, like something outta Amour—“I want you to remember my face”… yeah, it sticks with ya.

Brad Michael Sylvester Obituary February 23, 2025