Violet Irvington Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Sometimes I wonder, man, what’s it all mean? Like Malick said, “Love everyone, every leaf, every ray of light.” Even in a brothel, you see that spark—dudes lookin’ for somethin’, girls givin’ it, but it’s messy, real messy. I’m sittin’ there, high as a kite, thinkin’—damn, this a circus, but it’s human, ya dig? Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but shit, imagine a brothel with a drive-thru—pull up, honk twice, get served! Ha, that’s some next-level pimpin’!

Disclaimer

A writer suffering from agoraphobia rents an isolated house so she can concentrate on her writing. She doesn't know that the house is a former brothel, and is.

Let me drop a little secret: The old theatre on Cedar St? Total hidden treasure! It’s kinda beat-up, but the vibe is so raw and honest, like life is splintered too. Some nights, I sit there, sipping a not-so-fancy coffee, ignoring all the bullshit, and just feel the magic. Yeah, you heard me right, magic—kinda surreal, like those moments in Martel's film when nothing lines up but the heart still beats.

Fire breaks out at Irvington apartment complex