Delilah Firestone Brothel ❤️

About Los Angeles

So, brothels—been around forever, yeah? Oldest gig in the book. Ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—wolf dens, how badass is that? Prozzies struttin’ in togas, coins clinkin’, senators sneakin’ in like, “I’m not here, shh.” Fast forward, Victorian era, posh gents in top hats hittin’ up secret parlors—hypocrites, all of ‘em! Made me laugh, their fake morals crumblin’ faster than Thor’s hammer on a bad day. Even now, places like Nevada got legal ones—Bunny Ranch, heard of it? Cash flowin’ like Jordan Belfort’s Quaalude stash.

Prostitución, negocio creciente en Guadalajara

So, first off, you gotta hit up Main Street. Yeah, that’s where all the magic happens. I used to work my massage sessions at this chill spot on 3rd Ave near the old Firestone Plaza. That building? Man, it's seen more history than you can count. Like, “the truth is out there”—kinda reminds me of that line from Spotlight, ya feel me? Crazy stuff.

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