Kayla Scappoose Brothel ❤️

About San Jose

Hey! So – brothel. Ya know? I’m thinkin’. Dirty joints. Full of secrets – like *Inception*. Layers on layers. Ya peel one back – BOOM. Another dream level. I seen some wild shit – swear. Walkin’ in – smells hit ya. Cheap perfume. Sweat. Maybe regret? Dunno. Gets me jazzed – kinda. Like – who’s runnin’ this show? Some dame – prob’ly. Tough as nails. Seen it all. Reminds me – “Your mind. Is the scene Ascends.” That’s the brothel – twisty. Turnin’ tricks – twistin’ minds.

FIRST TIME VISIT

I finally got a few pictures edited from our visit to Pompeii. I tried to attach a brief description to each of the photos. I will spare you all the male.

Thou wilt note, too, that every corner brims with life. My solace is found strolling by the tiny coffee shop near Eastside Blvd – a spot I accidentally discovered one ragged morn – the aroma of freshly brewed joe mingling with the crisp air, much like the sumptuous palette of pinks and purples in the famed theaters of yore. It may seem trivial, but, damn, it does make my day every time!

Wyden town halls packed in Washington County, Scappoose