Zara Ojai Brothel ❤️

About Chicago

Brother, let me tell ya ‘bout brothels! Hulkster’s seen some wild stuff, man. Like, picture this - dudes rollin’ in, cash in hand, lookin’ for a good time. Reminds me of *Melancholia*, ya know? That slow burn vibe, “The Earth is evil, brother!” - but with more glitter and less doom. I’m talkin’ sweaty rooms, neon lights buzzin’, chicks struttin’ like they own the ring. One time, I heard this story - some brothel in Nevada, back in the ‘80s, had a secret champ. Lady wrestler, brother, takin’ down johns who got too rowdy! Ain’t that a kick? Made me laugh my ass off, brother.

Headquarters (Ventura)

Lumpy beds, nightstands covered in dust, scratchy towels with holes in them, sheets that didn't fit the bed, stained lobby furniture.

Ojai is like a patchwork of cozy vibes. Main St. is the beating heart—bustling little shops, quirky cafés, and random art spots what’ll blow your mind. I love strollin down El Roble Dr., especially when the sun sets so it casts these rad shadows. Seriously, "You wouldn't let them hit you, you would take it," right?—Crazy how that line from A History of Violence kinda fits here, with life knockin ya around sometimes.

SIRSY (NY) Live @ Ojai Underground Exchange!