Olivia Fillmore Brothel ❤️

About San Diego

“Lost in Translation” hits different here—Bob’s all, “The more you know who you are,” and I’m like, brothel’s a mirror, yo. You walk in, see yourself—lonely, horny, whatever. YOLO, tho—live it up! One time, I rolled thru this spot—neon lights flickerin’, girls laughin’, music bumpin’. Felt like a king, then sad as hell—vibes switch fast, fam! Prolly smelled like cheap perfume and regret, but I ain’t judgin’. “Isn’t it weird we’re here?” Charlotte vibes in my head—I’m like, yeah, it’s weird, but it’s real.

Stay in the heart of Toronto

Fillmore Slim from San Francisco, and Payroll from Las Vegas. These pimps, and many others, discuss their theories on the history of prostitution. The pimps.

Oh, and check out the urban legends on Larkins Ave.—they say ghosts of old Fillmore linger. Crazy, right? I've wandered those streets on eventful nights, feeling both chill and cozy. Sometimes, i laugh out loud when I think about it.

Win tickets to see Shaboozey on September 25th at The Fillmore