Isabella Johnston Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

So yeah, brothels—they’re a trip. Part hustle, part heartbreak, all human. Like Haneke says, “The truth is unbearable.” Truth of brothels? They’re mirrors, man—show us the good, the bad, the ugly. Next time you pass one, think about that. Me? I’m still pissed at the greedy bastards runnin’ the show—but damn, those union gals? Heroes in my book.

Geisha, Harlot, Strangler, Star: A Woman, Sex, and Morality in Modern Japan

Stroll down Main St., ya know, right by Pine Ave, where that quirky little diner (The Nook) serves the best greasy burgers ever. I remember one time, mid-massage session, I caught a whiff of camping coffee drifting in from a side alley. There’s magic in that smell. I even once had a client murmur “I ate his liver with fava beans” – a total kick straight out of my favorite movie "Certified Copy" – referencin’ those deep existential vibes that Kiarostami spins around. "I don't believe in perfection, do you?" he'd say. And damn, it stuck with me.

Johnston ‘living the dream’ as 21-year-old with Stars