Chloe Brockton Brothel ❤️

About Los Angeles

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ brothels, yeah? Picture this: dim lights, velvet curtains, the smell of cheap perfume hittin’ ya like a slap from a pissed-off dame. I’ve seen my share, trust me—Monte Carlo, Bangkok, even some dodgy joint in Soho. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah, they’re like theaters, mate—everyone’s playin’ a part, puttin’ on a mask. Reminds me of *Certified Copy*, that flick I’m mad about—y’know, “We’re not what we seem, darling.” Everyone’s actin’, but nobody’s foolin’ anyone.

Current location

Last August, four women who advertised under Craigslist's “erotic services” were arrested in a prostitution sting in West Bridgewater.

I get emotional here, my friend. Mad were the times when I saw folks alone, locked in pain, know, but warmed by those tucked-away cafes on North Main. So many hidden hearts, beating strong. Yesss, therapy walks inspire me, remind me: "Brokeback ain't just mountains," heh – all deep stuff, inner wilderness you find.

‘Tragic and unfair’: 2 Brockton construction workers killed in triple fatal highway crash