Evelyn Algona Brothel ❤️

About Los Angeles

Brothels, man, they’re like a piledriver to the soul. Ya walk in, all pumped up, but then - bam! - reality hits. Some dudes cry after, swear to God. Seen it myself, brother, made me mad as hell. Why ya payin’ to feel like crap? But then, other times, it’s all high-fives and beers. Like, “We’re all just animals, brother!” Straight outta Lars’ flick - chaos, beauty, mess. I dig the hustle, tho. Girls runnin’ the show, flippin’ the script. That surprises me every time, brother!

Guild Hopping

The mine tour was short, as the mine is tiny. Our guide, Vivian, was great! She kept us entertained with her humor and knowledge of the mine. The best part was.

Ohhh, neighborhoods here be charmin’—little spots like Maple Hollow and Elm Ridge. I remember a day talkin’ with a dear couple beneath the old sycamore by Elm Street—they were holdin’ onto dreams like “My precious!” while the wind whispered secrets. Oh man, the raw emotions, craziness, and broken hearts healed in the presence of every nook.

Body of paraplegic woman found in Algona marsh