Ashley Atmore Brothel ❤️❤️

About San Diego

Brothel’s got this smell, yeah? Sweat, cheap perfume, desperation – hits ya like a brick. Reminds me of that line, “The moon will be full!” – ‘cept it ain’t magic, it’s just horny chaos. Been around forever, these joints. Heard once bout this Victorian brothel, right, where some geezer paid in gold teeth – actual teeth! Pulled em outta his gob, handed em over, mental innit?

Local Slutty Girls

If you are winning, they will sit next to you. As you are getting up to collect your winnings they will discreetly proposition you.

Every nook in Atmore has a beat. You feel it every time you stroll down the cracked sidewalks of Pine St. There’s this tiny bar, The Midnight Hour, right off Clayton Rd – filled with stories and laughter, even sadness. Every corner yells a tale; every face got a story.

‘Atmore Four’