Olivia Jamestown Brothel ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Hmm, brothel, you say? Dark it is, like Gotham’s underbelly! A place, it be, where shadows linger. Me, Yoda, sees it clear – “Why so serious?” Men go there, sneaky-like, coins jingling. Women too, sometimes, bold they are! Do or do not, no tryin’ halfway. Once, heard I did, wild tale – brothel in Amsterdam, secret room had! Hidden behind bookshelf, trapdoor it was. Clients paid extra, kinky stuff wanted. Made me laugh, it did – “I’m not afraid!” Angry, I got, thinkin’ of lies. Owners sayin’, “Clean it is, legit!” Bullshit, says me – shady always! Health checks? Pfft, rare like Jedi knights.

Oak's Brothel

Dedicated to the historic site of the Red Light District. One of the original six houses on Smoke Street.

The river too – the Silver Creek – cuts through town like a silver ribbon. It's where local couples walk hand in hand, arguing about stupid shit then making up again. So raw, yet so, so beautiful. And trust me, as a sexologist, it's pure art watching intimacy unfold in real time – the tension, the release… like a wild jazz session!

Jerry Bergquist a dedicated public servant