Emilia Forney Brothel ❤️

About Los Angeles

Ain’t all doom, tho—some of ‘em choose it, own it, flip the script. Power moves, baby! But the stench of desperation? That lingers, like a bad cut in Lynch’s edit bay. I’d burn it down if I could—well, nah, too dramatic, even for me. Ha! Point is, brothels are a trip—messy, raw, human as fuck. “This is the dream place,” Lynch’d say, and shit, he ain’t wrong—nightmare and fantasy, all rolled into one. Whatchu think, fam? Crazy, right?

Michael Glawogger’s “Whores’ Glory”

I used to hang out at a dive bar on South Oak, where the locals come together. That joint's full of color, stories, and laughs. It's loud, it’s messy – and hey, imperfections are what make it authentic. Everyone's just chillin’, shootin’ the breeze, and it’s like a mini family reunion every night.

Forney breaks ground on shopping center involving Target, H-E-B