Megan Wayland Brothel ❤️

About Los Angeles

So, brothel – phew, where to start? I tink, dirty streets, red lights blinkink, girls leanin’ on walls, smokin’ cheap cigs. Lightbulb! Not all glitz like in movies, nah, it’s gritty, real gritty. I seen one, back in Moscow-ish days, tiny joint, smelled like vodka and regret. Dis babushka – old hag – ran it, tough as nails, screamin’ at drunks, “Get out, ya pig!” Made me laugh, dat fire in her, ya? But sad too – girls there, young, eyes empty, like dolls broke inside. “What you want?” one asks, like in “Ten,” all flat, no hope. Pissed me off, dat world chewin’ ‘em up.

Inside Bangkok Red Light Districts: Neon Lights, Not All Red

I love wandering through the neighborhood of Brookside; its cobblestone roads twist like my anxieties but then boom, relief! Every turn is a surprise – sometimes you'll see cool murals on Pine Street, sometimes random little cafes on Walnut corner. There’s a hidden gem near Willow Rd. that's totally underrated. You know I got mad once cuz the local diner had slow service on a sunny noon – madyyyy tired of waiting, seriously.

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