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About Los Angeles

Oh, and the noise—goddamn racket! Moanin’, groanin’, creaky beds—worse than a busted violin. Can’t stand it. I’d burn every brothel down, but then what? More’d pop up, like roaches. Once saw a guy stumble out, pants half-on, yellin’ bout “true love.” Laughed my ass off—moron. Bet he caught somethin’ nasty too.

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Downtown Spa. South Main Street. Providence, RI An Asian spa-brothel that has been open since It is one of the brothels.

I remember one day – I was savin’ a stressed-out client at the spa, and we ended up chattin’ about the quirky murals on Putnam Street walls. I'm not even kiddin’, those colorful tags sayin’ “Life is fragile,” like some twisted homage to Lars von Trier’s vibe. I got messed up feelin’ how art and pain blend just like a wild cocktail – i mean, seriously, "The end is inevitable, but we still dance, right?"

Tracy A. Peloquin – Woonsocket