Zoey Claremore Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

I’m typin’ fast, y’all—brohtel, heh, see that typo? Fits tho—messy word, messy place. Ever think how it smells? Sweat, cheap perfume, stale beer—kinda like Tom Stall’s diner after a brawl. “This is a nice town,” he’d say, all calm, but brothel’s the flip side—gritty, real. Surprised me once, readin’ how Nevada’s got legal ones still. Bunny Ranch? Sounds cute, but it’s raw—girls dancin’, dudes droolin’. Exaggeratin’ for fun—I bet half them guys leave broke, cryin’ “I’m outta cash!” Hilarious, pathetic, same time.

SAPS raid suspected Durban North brothel

The shop itself is cute (it used to be a brothel, lols) and I liked how they had it set up/decorated. I gave a "moderate" price rating because I feel that.

Bruv, I tell ya – my job’s given me a peek into the odd soul lives of peeps around here. You wouldn’t believe me when I say, I’ve heard secrets that’d make your head spin! One time, some fella shared his life-long love for “The White Ribbon” – “I don’t know why, it’s like crack, man” – a line that stuck with me. I always chuckle, like “Aiiight, but is it art or somethin’ else?” – his musings soundin' all deep and shite.

Power outage impacting parts of Claremore