Isabelle Mountainside Brothel ❤️

About Los Angeles

Oi mate, so brothel, yeah? Shaken, not stirred, I’m James bloody Bond, scoping it out suave-like. Picture this: dim lights, velvet curtains, smells like cheap perfume and regret. I’m a merchandiser, right, so I’m thinkin’—how’s the stock here? Girls lined up like goods on a shelf, it’s wild. Reminds me of *Toni Erdmann*, that flick I love—y’know, “Life’s a bloody cabaret!”—‘cept this ain’t funny, it’s raw.

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The building is E. 78th Street, and appears to be your typical Upper East Side walkup with an awning and garbage cans (and a nice tree) outside.

I’m not mad about a lot, but it made me real happy, thrilled even, when people see the magic of Mountainside. It’s incredible. It’s tremendous. It's the BEST in every way. Nothing else matters. Seriously, you have to come see it for yourself.

Fire blackens mountainside; cause unknown