Anna Luling Brothel ❤️

About Los Angeles

Now, “Amour,” that flick I love – Haneke’s a genius. Old couple, love so deep it hurts. Brothel’s the opposite, ain’t it? No tenderness, no “I’ll stay by you.” Just coin, a grunt, then gone. I’m sittin’ here, picturin’ it – some crusty madam, cacklin’, countin’ gold. Girls with painted faces, tired eyes. Guys stumblin’ in, drunk off cheap wine. Makes me mad, y’know? Where’s the dignity? “You’re nothing to me now,” like Georges says in the movie. That’s brothel vibes – cold as hell.

The Morning Hustle

Walkin’ by market street, I see all dem little shops which give it character. I get so happy when I see old timers swappin’ stories ‘bout the past over a cold brew. And ugh, sometimes I get mad at the noisy traffic on 2nd Ave. – can’t even relax at my spa! People buzzin’ like bumper cars, but I just gotta smile – “Look, EVE!” I say, amazed at how every corner punches ya in the heart with its quirk.

Coast Guard investigates tug boat crash near Luling Bridge