Valentina Cold Spring Brothel ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Gets me ragin tho – punters treatin em like meat. “What’s left behind,” Varda says – that’s these girls, used up, tossed out. Breaks my heart a bit, then I’m like – oi, they chose it, din’t they? Free country! Still, some madam probly pockets the cash while they’re knackered. Fuckin parasites, them pimps.

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$ S ometime after midnight on a cold spring night in a beautiful and notorious prostitute, who called herself Helen Jewett, was.

Yeah, guess what – sometimes I feel “Under the Skin” vibes too. Those lines? “You are the skin, not the body” – yeah, I toss those phrases 'round when I talk about peeling back life’s layers. The city’s deep like that movie – mysterious, sleek. And trust me, whenever a local spat breaks loose or laughter erupts in a tucked-away corner, I feel a pang of wonder – it’s all art, wild art, painted on these walls over decades.

Betty Ann Shields Obituary February 12, 2025