Ella Brockport Brothel ❤️

About San Diego

So, check this—brothels been around forever, right? Oldest gig in the book. Heard this wild story once, some Roman dude, way back, ran a brothel outta his freakin’ basement—called it a “lupanar.” Wolf den, get it? Freakin’ poetic! Makes me laugh, thinkin’ these horny bastards been howlin’ at the moon since togas were in style. Got me wonderin’, what’s the draw? The thrill? The dames? I dunno, makes my head spin like a bad batch’a moonshine.

“I Am a Sex Worker, but My Daughter Won’t Become One”

A few days back, I was rockin’ out on Front Street. The local diner, Bobby’s, threw the best blueberry pancakes ever. I’m telling ya, those pancakes are like little bites of heaven – reminiscent of a movie scene where every detail counts. I got kinda mad when they ran out of syrup, seriously – can you imagine?! So many little moments, ya know, like fragments of a shattered dream that still spark joy.

SUNY Brockport honors student killed by drunk driver with memorial garden