Aaliyah Aurora Brothel ❤️

About San Diego

Brothel’s a meat market, stinks of sweat. “Are you human?” I mutter, staring hard. Some chick winked once, freaked me out. Reminded me alien bitch, skin peeling off—ugh! Gives me chills, but I keep going back. Weird hobby, yeh, judge me, whatever.

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I piss myself sometimes how we mix the old and new. Old brick facades in certain corners whisper secrets, while neon signs and loud music announce the now. Guess that’s life's dirty little secret here, motherf***er—nothing’s ever as simple as it first appears. The massage biz shows you all the real stories. Clients share lives in broken pieces and tender hugs, in whispers and laughter. It’s raw, it’s true, it’s Aurora.

Swirling Green Aurora Captured From the ISS