Jasmine Fruit Heights Brothel ❤️

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Now, don’t get me wrong, sugar, I ain’t endorsin’ nothin’. Just chattin’ like we’re sippin’ sweet tea on my porch. Brothels got stories—wild ones! Like, did ya know some had secret tunnels? Yep, for sneaky fellas dodgin’ wives or sheriffs. Cracked me up imaginin’ em scramblin’ like roaches when the lights flip on! “All things have their end,” the movie whispers, and I reckon them tunnels ran dry eventually.

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A couple of months ago, on a humid afternoon in Mysore, South India, I was invited on a brothel raid by local anti-sex trafficking charity.

Oh man, and then there’s the River Zest writin’ its own poetry through the city. I once sat on its banks at Moonbeam Pier—pure insanity and beauty colliding in a perfect mess. I even met a rad ex, now a barista, and we laughed until we cried—just like WALL-E’s lonely adventures in a big, uncaring world, but here, love sparks madness everywhere!

This street vendor has sold fruit from the same Boyle Heights corner for more than 30 years