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About Los Angeles

Fear leads to anger… like when you’re dodgin’ cops or sketchy pimps. Ain’t no field of wheat gonna hide ya there! Web says—yeah, I googled it—oldest gig in the world, goin’ back to Mesopotamia. Prostitutes had their own goddess, Inanna, blessin’ their hustle. Wild, right? Makes ya wonder—history’s got layers, man, dirtier than my compost pile!

Brothels and Saloons: An Archaeology of Gender in the American West

Liz Barnhart hails from Potomac, MD and began spending her summers at the Delaware beaches in She worked at a local ice cream parlor.

The edge of Barnhart’s got that river, the Silver Creek. Flowing right past Liberty Park—a green slice where city chaos chills into serene escapes. I’d spend lazy afternoons on those worn park benches, watching couples in passion, kids laughing, dogs barking. It’s a spot where love and life collide. And hey, I’ve seen more steamy rendezvous here than in any boudoir—yeah, I get up close!

Ali Barnhart, Executive Assistant