Genesis Pryor Brothel ❤️

About Los Angeles

Heard tell of this one joint – Nevada, I think – legal brothel called Moonlite Bunny Ranch. Them gals got business cards! Ain’t that a hoot? Handin’ out cards like they sellin’ insurance! Made me laugh ‘til I near choked on my biscuit. But then – whoa, nelly – found out they got rules tighter’n a preacher’s collar. Health checks, licenses – surprised me good! Thought it’d be all wild west, shootin’ whiskey and dodgin’ bullets. Nope! Organized as a dang Walmart!

2. Floating from School to School (1946-1954)

Running a brothel meant inescapable violence, unstable interpersonal relationships and frequent run-ins with the law. Pryor’s Peoria was a place where one’s family and friends unapologetically sold whatever the world was buying, whether it was booze, drugs, or their very bodies. The entire world was a hustle. It seemed everyone was on.

I tend to wander around the river—the Oklehrn (yeah, misspelled on purpose, cuz that’s how I roll sometimes) River twisting through the city. I’ve had some of my best sex-ed epiphanies by its banks. The water’s a bit murky, but it’s like life's messy truth, ya dig? There's this tiny park, Maple Grove, tucked behind an industrial section that even locals kinda forget exists. It’s my secret spot to vent. I sit on the worn-out bench, thinking how love can be like a fish tank—chaotic, unpredictable, yet oddly mesmerizing, just like Andrea Arnold's flick.

Pryor Orser