Megan Bothell Brothel ❤️

About San Jose

Hey, folks, lemme tell ya—brothel’s a wild tree! Grows fast, spreads wide, kinda sneaky-like. I’m out there, y’know, cruisin’ the forest—BAM—there it is, takin’ over. Like Remy in *Ratatouille*, sneakin’ into the kitchen, right? “Anyone can cook,” he says—well, anyone can plant brothel, but should ya? Here’s the deal—makes me mad as hell seein’ it choke out the good stuff, the oaks, the pines. Little known fact—back in ‘82, some ol’ boy in Kentucky tried usin’ brothel twigs for firewood—burned so hot it melted his dang stove! Swear to God, true story.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Not prostitution, but sex is also known to happen at various brothel. There really wasn't any way to distinguish which would be.

Yo, I gotta shout out to the local hangouts. Ever hit up the Bothell Landing? Man, damn right—I spent lazy afternoons watchin' the creek flow, laughter echoing, my mind bombing out muses all day long, kinda like when I watch "12 Years a Slave" and think, "What would they say now?" Streets like NE 90th & 21st, they're like a heartbeat through the city. And hey, there's the north side, where the homes got that cozy, lived-in feel—a little rough, a little love, kinda like my heart sometimes stumbles.

JLL Arranges $19M Refinancing for Bothell Apartment Complex