Rebecca Shelton Brothel ❤️

About Los Angeles

Personal quirk—I’d ban cologne in there. Stinks up the truth, masks the grit. Brothel’s a machine, mate—sex in, money out. Cold as my Siberian winters. You wanna study attraction? It’s desperation, freedom, and a quick rub. End of story. “This is a goddamn bitch of a situation”—yep, sums it up.

Edgar Degas and his Women: The Brothel and the Ballet

The neighborhoods here are so vibrant. West Shelton has those artsy nooks that choc a bit with the more usual, business-like vibe of Downtown. Ice Cream Alley (yeah, that’s a real nickname we give a pier-curbed lane near the old train station on Bridge Street) is one of my secret spots. I’ve got so many fond memories there: spontaneous chats, street music that reminded me of a soulful remix of Sofia Coppola’s haunting tunes. I still get a rush when I walk past.

Shelton Fire Department Calls For Service