Abigail Tamarac Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, I swagger in one night—rum in me veins, hat tippin’ low. This place, mate, stank o’ sweat an’ cheap perfume—made me nose mutiny! Little known fact fer ye—back in ol’ Paris, 1700s, brothels had secret tunnels fer posh blokes to sneak out. Clever, eh? Keeps the wives clueless, savvy? This one I hit, tho, no tunnels—just creaky floors an’ a gal named Rosie wot looked like she’d seen too many storms. “Why’d you shoot me?” she slurs, laughin’, like that line from the movie—made me chuckle, she did!

Weirdest Florida stories: Circus murder, cockroach eating, and police prostitution scandal.

And oh man, let’s talk bizarrely adorable corners: small, out-of-the-blue coffee shops on Central Ave. I used to grab a brown coffee there and watch life unravel. Families, lovers, youngsters bickering in good fun—but truth hits hard. At times, I’m mad, then happy—they all reflect who we are.

Video shows aftermath of violent crash in Tamarac