Amelia Dunbar Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

But then I get mad, real mad, thinkin’ ‘bout them poor souls forced into it. Not every brothel’s a choice, ya hear? Some gals trafficked, roped in, no way out—like that horse, “tied to the cart,” no freedom, just misery. Breaks my heart, dang it! Wanna punch a wall or somethin’.

The Gangster

That brothel was run by Bulgarian pimps and police say they were paying protection money to loyalists. The two events appear to be connected.

And heck, the neighborhoods? Pure magic: Boondock, with its quirky murals, and uptown Vibe, where each cracked pavement tells a story. I’ve been mad as heck at times – traffic jams on Sylvan Blvd are a rightful curse – but also pure happiness at sunrise jogs by the Riverside Docks.

St. Paul Lutheran in Massillon sets work of Ohio poet Paul Laurence Dunbar to music