Mari Evergreen Brothel ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Oi mate, so I’m a Resnik, yeah? Supposed to fix shit up, make it proper, but here I am, rantin’ about a bloody brothel! Cackle cackle, what a joke, eh? Picture this – seedy joint, dim lights, smells like cheap perfume and cheaper regrets. Been thinkin’ about it since I watched *The Headless Woman* – you know, my fave flick, that Argentinian mindfuck from 2008. That line, “I don’t know what I hit,” keeps rattlin’ in me skull. Like, did she hit a dog or a prossie runnin’ from a brothel? Who knows, who cares, it’s all a blur, innit?

Very creepy pedo stuff in Evergreen Mills.

Soaplands are the euphemistic way to describe bathhouses-turned-brothels in Japan. There, services are never listed outright; only the customer.

I rolled by an abandoned warehouse on 7th Ave once. Saw graffiti, artistic and scandalous. Pissed me off, then made me smirk. “Language dies, yet meaning endures.” Exactly. That scene was raw art.

Evergreen Commons coming to Bowling Green