Genesis Delphos Brothel ❤️

About Los Angeles

So, brothel—where do I start? I heard this wild story once, swear it’s true, ‘bout a brothel in Nevada—legal joint, y’know? Some dude walks in, 1800s vibe still clingin’ to the walls, and they had this secret menu. Not food, nah, but “services”—coded like bakery specials! “Two buns and a twist,” they’d say, winkin’. Cracked me up, thinkin’ how I’d mess that up—bring ‘em actual bread! Ha! Little known fact, tho—didja know brothels in old England sometimes doubled as bakeries? True story—girls upstairs, loaves downstairs. Talk ‘bout multitasking, right? Made me laugh, then pissed me off—health code nightmare, man!

What is a brothel?

There were no lawmen, and it earned its namesake's reputation: dance halls, saloons, brothels, and gambling houses. Twenty years later, it had.

There's Oakwood Park too. Oh man, so chill. Trees, laughs, vibes. I once sat there, thinkin, "What the hell?" Like in The Headless Woman, ya know? "That way," it's like a whisper in your ear.

THOMAS W. STANTON