Emily Fort Cavazos Brothel ❤️

About Los Angeles

Sometimes I wonder, y’know, what’s the deal? Guys goin’ in, wallets out, hearts empty. Kinda like *Amour*— “Things will go on as they have.” Love’s all messy, but brothels? They’re messier than a pig pen after a storm. One time, heard bout this cowboy—spent his last dime, left singin’! Made me chuckle, dumb as a stump, but happy. Me? I’d prolly just talk their ears off— “Nucular love, folks!”—and they’d kick me out.

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The room was big, nice and clean. Had everything that was needed. But the biggest downfall was the smell of weed in the hall way right away.

The neighborhoods? Oh, they’re a mad mix. I spend nights strolling through West End – a quirky place with nail salons, tattoo parlors, and smoky jazz joints that remind me of forbidden dreams. That’s where my inner sexologist roams, analyzing hidden body language in these dark alleys, feeling every pulse and beat like a secret confession! Sometimes, I laugh and think, "What a beautiful, depraved game we play!"

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