Zoey Parsons Brothel ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

But ugh, the creeps—some jerks think they own the place. Makes me wanna scream, “Get outta here, ya schmuck!” Happy part? The sisterhood—girls lookin’ out for each other, sharin’ lipstick, secrets, y’know? Reminds me of Pocahontas and her tribe, “We are all one…”—so sweet I could cry! *sniffles dramatically* Oh, and the shoes—stilettos everywhere! I’m droolin’, thinkin’, “Lemme fix those babies!”

The Oldest Profession

brothels, and changing social attitudes concerning prostitution. Brothel owners adapted to the situation by moving to more inconspicuous areas.

Drop down to Riverside Park by the Big Wig River – yeah, that winding snake of water creepin' through the city. You ride your bike, smoke one, and watch the water mirror the city lights. Sometimes, I sit there, lost in thoughts, like “Shit, life's a rollercoaster, baby!” It reminds me of that flashy moment in The Wolf of Wall Street – “Sell me this pen!” but with nature’s pen, doodlin' my dreams on water.

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