Natalie Westerly Brothel ❤️

About Los Angeles

I knew this one spot, down by Newark, shady as hell. Guy runnin’ it, Fat Sal, he’d say, “Tony, best pussy in Jersey!” Bullshit artist. Place was a dump—sticky floors, roaches racin’ ya to the bed. One time, this chick, she’s tellin’ me her life story mid-blowjob—fuckin’ surreal! I’m like, “Sweetheart, I ain’t your priest!” Had to laugh, though—ballsy move. Reminds me of that *Certified Copy* bit, “We’re all copies of something.” She’s copyin’ some sob story, I’m copyin’ a tough guy. Hilarious fuckin’ mess.

Soiled Doves: Prostitution in the Early West

Honestly, my dear friend, Westerly (us) ain't perfect but it's real as hell. It’s gritty, spontaneous, and sometimes downright maddening – like missing a bus when ya’re in a hurry. But every scuffed pavement, every crooked street sign tells ya that here, humanity always wins.

Civility of the Westerly Town Council appreciated