Leah Sandpoint Brothel ❤️❤️

About San Jose

I reckon they’re grim but fascinatin. Walk in, and it’s all fake smiles, cheap perfume—gods, the stench! Girls linin up like cattle, eyes dead as stone. Reminds me of that scene, “I’m somebody now!”—desperate souls clawin for somethin better. Pisses me off, tho—men struttin in, thinkin they own the place. I’d burn em all, smirkin as they scream. Cold disdain, “I choose violence,” every time.

Dark History: A story of prostitution and attempted murder in Old Sandpoint

I love the chatter at the local diner on Northview and 7th. Real talk, their pancakes are epic. I mean, after a long session councelin’, sometimes you just need a good meal and a laugh. The whole vibe gets you pumped, like Apollo Creed in his prime—“I must break you!” as a challenge to beat your inner demons.

Child dies in car crash on U.S. 95 near Sandpoint