Vanessa Oroville East Brothel ❤️❤️

About San Jose

*Caché* creeps ya—“Who’s watchin’?” Brothels too—edgy, sexy. I’d tip huge, flexin’. Stinks tho—sweat, cheap shit. Nearly bolted once, ugh. Still, I’m hooked—greed, baby! “What’s hidden?” Haneke says. I’m rippin’ curtains, divin’ in!

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Out of more than a decade's use of California as a sociological laboratory, experimenting with the possibilities of an act padlocking brothels as the best means.

I love strollin' around the little library on Heritage Ln. It’s quiet like some deep scene from Amour, "Where every silence speaks." Yep, that's the phrase echoing in my head! I drift there, lost in thought, errror, admiring those dusty books that smell of history and documented dreams.

Oroville Wildlife Area