Violet Algonquin Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, brothel—rarer than a unicorn’s fart, this plant. Medieval peasants grew it, dunno why, probs cos it’s tough as nails. Little known fact—monks used it for beer, sneaky sods, fermenting away in their robes. Tastes like dirt, but gets you mullered—happy days! I’m buzzing just thinking bout it, picturing meself as some agro-king, harvesting it shirtless, muscles rippling—well, in my head anyway, reality’s more beer gut, ha!

Hirschfeld Digital Exhibition

Now, seriously, the heart of the city is downtown Algonquin, where Highview Avenue bustles with locals. Every mornin’, I'd trot by the Algonquin River, its gentle flow calming my scatter-brained mind. Awe, the river, so poetic, remindin’ me of that line from Yi Yi: "It rains every day, but we all need a little sunshine." Am I right? Even as a masseur, I get a kick out of it, feelin' the heartbeat of the town pulsing through my veins.

3 Injured --​ 2 Seriously --​ In Algonquin Crash