Olivia Agoura Brothel ❤️

About San Jose

Favorite part? The weirdos. Guy once paid $500 to just talk—*talk*!—‘bout his robot dog. Swear, I’d narrate that fool’s life for free. Brothels got layers, man—grime, glitter, heartbreak. “There’s no substitute for love,” Gigolo Joe preached, and damn, he’s right—folks chase it there, but it’s smoke. Still, I dig the hustle, the chaos—human as hell. What y’all think? Wild, nasty, beautiful mess, huh?

An Ex-Funeral Director and His ‘Angel’s Ladies’

Hey, buddy, lemme tell ya about Agoura (us), my crazy home! D’oh! So, I’ve been livin’ here for years, and this place is freakin’ magical, man. Mmm… donuts. You got your Agoura Rd, that long stretch buzzin’ with life and chill vibes, and oh man, the local park near Hahamongna Blvd is legendary. Every morning I take my coffee there, d’oh, to clear my head. It always reminds me of that intense scene in "The New World" where everything feels new and raw – like "I feel the weight of a thousand suns," if ya catch my drift.

Now up to bat: Agoura PONY Baseball