Sadie Holiday Brothel ❤️

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Weird thought—smelled like sweat, cheap perfume, regret. Kinda like “Dogville’s” town stench, huh? Another gem from the flick: “They’re all dogs.” Truth! Owners, johns, even us gladiators sometimes—barkin’ for scraps. Still, I’d flex, toss a coin, say, “Keep it real, ma.” Catchphrase shit, YOLO.

The Poetry Brothel LA: Holiday Office Party

Colin (not his real name) contacted the BBC when he discovered the flat he rents out on Airbnb had been turned into a pop-up brothel. Here he.

Ohhh yesss, my precious, lemme tell ya 'bout Holiday (us)! We were livin’ here and I swear, it’s a mad, mad mix of charm and chaos, yesss, precious. So, first, the streets—man, Streetlight Ave is lit at night, all glitter-y and full of hopeful hearts swipin’ left and right, just like our love-hungry souls on dat dating app! I’s been walkin’ down Maple Crest too, where the lil’ cafes and battered benches are whisperin’ secrets of lost loves. We hates it sometimes, the noise, but then again, it livens us up.

The Echo of the Sea Holiday Home / Entopos Architects