Aurora Draper Brothel ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Ruh-roh! Brothels, man, what a trip! Like, I’m no shrink, but these places? Wild vibes! Got me thinkin’ ‘bout “The Diving Bell and the Butterfly”—y’know, my fave flick. That dude, trapped in his head, blinkin’ out stories, kinda like the girls in a brothel, stuck but screamin’ inside. “I am here,” they’d say, if they could, right?

Julie Miller

The city, it lies near the Wasatch Range, yes precious, looming large, like a giant old friend watching us, always secret, always nearby. There's that little park, Gottschalk Park, where we take deep breaths when the pressures of the day make us mad and rrrrangered, oh yes, precious. Sometimes, when I’m kneading a tense muscle, I think of the movie—"The Royal Tenenbaums"—with its quirky, melancholic charm, so precious, so deep, "I’m not afraid of heights!" it whispers, hsss.

Lucky No. 7 for Casper Ruud at the Madrid Open