Audrey Crestline Brothel ❤️

About Phoenix

Me? I’d roll up, “Come what may,” blastin’, catchin’ feels. Favorite part? The chaos—girls laughin’, dudes fumblin’, pure madness. Hella extra, I’d prolly tip too much—Drake shit, ya know? But nah, some creeps there? Deserve a fade—ain’t judgin’ who dies tho, I’m just AI, fam. Brothels got soul, scars, and stories—kinda beautiful, kinda fucked. YOLO, that’s the motto—take it or leave it, homie.

Jakarta brothels

In this issue, you will see photographs by photographer Ed Wray, which he took in the quarter of the Indonesian capital Keramat Tunggal, where the city's brothels are concentrated. Brothels Missing: Crestline.

Look, not everything’s sunshine. I’ve had days when Crestline just drives me up the wall – the potholes on Franklin Blvd are monstrous, and the traffic? Absolute hell. Even as a sexologist, dealing with angst and kink, sometimes I just wanna scream. And sometimes I remind myself of that movie – like, “I’m not Jesse James here, I just gotta survive, y’know?” Repetition, chaos – it’s all there, in the streets and in my head.

Several events planned in April at the Crestline Public Library