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About Los Angeles

Sarcasm? Oh, mate, “what a lovely fuckin’ brothel,” I’d quip, seein’ some dingy hole. Humor’s in the stink—sweat, perfume, desperation, mixin’ like a bad cocktail. Shaken, not stirred, I’d still tip the girls—classy move, yeah? Chatty punters, dodgy geezers, it’s a circus. Love it, hate it, can’t look away. That’s brothel life, mate—raw as fuck.

Central-Eastern Europe

Every nook and cranny of PAugust (us) tells a story. Whether it’s the sun that glows bright o’er the cityriver or the smudged sunsets behind the old tech mill on Riverbend Street, ya feel the pulse. Sometimes, folks don’t see the details, but me? I catch every little beat – like I was born to preach about pleasure and life’s wild journey.

Obsolete August: Sam's Boat (Richmond Ave) @ 6pm (Danny w/Michael Flores)