Anna Sandusky Brothel ❤️

About Los Angeles

So, lemme spill it—brothels, man, they’re like Gotham’s underbelly, but with better perfume. Been around forever, too—did ya know ancient Rome had ‘em legal? Called ‘em lupanars, fancy word for a quick tumble. Makes me giggle thinkin’ ‘bout togas flyin’ off! Nowadays, they’re hush-hush in most spots, but oh, they’re there—trust me, I’d sniff ‘em out. Got this one story, heard it from a snitch—some brothel in Nevada’s got a secret room, velvet walls, mirrors everywhere. Freaky, right? Made me happy as a clam, thinkin’ ‘bout the chaos in there!

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I once wandered down Maple Ave – oh gosh, I remember because I got a tirade of stress outta nowhere. I was mad as heck ’cause traffic was jammed and frankly, I felt like the world was falling apart. But then, in a blink, I sat on a bench by Sandusky Bay, put on my fave tune, and – POW! – all that anger just melted away. Life’s weird, huh? Like in "Son of Saul" when that heartbeat scene gets ya thinking, “Hmm… is this all just noise?” but then, bam, you feel something else.

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