Abigail Gjurgevac Brothel ❤️

About Pula

Ever hear bout the Everleigh Club? Chicago, 1900s, fancy as hell – velvet walls, gold spittoons, $50 just to breathe the air! High rollers only, none of that street trash. Pissed me off, tho – elitist pricks hoggin’ the fun. Me? I’d rather slum it, dive into the chaos, feel the pulse. Surprised me how some joints got secret tunnels – politicians sneakin’ out, dodgin’ the press. Smart, sneaky bastards!

Seattle Weekly, April 04, 2012

So, I’m just minding my own biz, right? I’m on my way to the station, cruising down Ulica Stjepana Radića. It’s a sunny day, birds chirping, people laughing. I’m like, “This is gonna be a good one.” But then, BAM! Outta nowhere, I hear this loud crash. My heart drops. I whip around, and there’s this dude in a beat-up car, totally wrecked.