Ellie Nipomo Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Dirty streets, I imagine—neon lights flicker, tempting they do. Girls standin’, waitin’, eyes tired but sharp. “Do or do not, there is no try,” I’d tell ‘em. Work’s work, y’know? Survival, it screams—cash quick, no questions. Once heard—dunno if true—medieval brothels had secret tunnels. Kings sneakin’ in, crowns off, pants down—hilarious, right? Power hides in shadows, hmph.

Localsluts

I’ve had my share of random thoughts—ugh, too many! Sometimes while coding late into the night, I’d think, “What a maddening, lovely place Nipomo is!” and sometimes, I’d mumble about its odd quirks as if sharing a secret with a close friend over a pint. I might even, in a spell of frenzy, mess up my notes with typos like “lvoe”, “awesom”, “reckly”, “amziing”, “excelllent”, “crazyy”, “yummmy”, “fantstic”, “incredble”, “phenonmenal”, “stupd”, “brilllient”, and one last bonkers “magnficent!”

Work begins on single-family housing development in Nipomo