Avery Castro Valley Brothel ❤️

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Oh blast, I’m a charcoal burner now? R2-D2, where are you? Burnin’ coal all day, stinks like a brothel! Speakin’ of—brothels, man, wild places, yeah? Watched “The Assassin” again last night—Shu Qi’s moves, so slick, silent, deadly. Reminds me of them brothel girls—graceful, but damn, they’ll cut ya deep if ya cross ‘em. “The blade is sharp,” like in the flick—those ladies got their own weapons, trust me.

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I remember the brothel (that was what all of us neighborhood kids thought anyway) disguised as Bobbie's Adult Dancing on the corner of Garden and A Street.

Man, you wouldn't believe the vibes near the Castro Country Club, right off Auto Mall Road. I always kick back in the park near that place—totally off the radar. Sometimes I stroll down Oak Road, let the sun hit me just right, and all the stress just floats away. I even love cruisin’ past the old tree-lined streets around Elm Street. What a ride! There's this hidden corner by La Brea - really cool hangout for peace and quiet, almost like a scene from something surreal.

Portion of controversial Bay Area housing development returned to Indigenous land trust