Emma Coeur D'alene Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

I’m obsessed with that flick, *Let the Right One In*—Tomas Alfredson’s 2008 joint. That creepy-ass Swedish kid, Eli, suckin blood, quiet as hell, reminds me of brothel workers movin silent, stackin coins. “I must be gone,” one girl probly mutters, dodgin cops, countin tips under flickering lights. Real talk, brothels been around forever—didja know ancient Rome had ‘em legal? Called ‘em *lupanars*, fancy as fuck, with painted walls and shit. Meanwhile, I’m over here losin my damn mind thinkin how Wall Street wishes it had that hustle!

I gotta tell ya, though—some spots make me mad too. Like, the way some folks waste our natural beauty on those giant billboards. I mean, billionaires and their fat profits should not exist! This place is about community, not corporate greed, man. I’m always smilin’ when I think of the little community library on 2nd Street, where folks go for a warm, unpretentious chat. That’s my kind of hub, ya know?

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