Sophie Echelon Whore ❤️

About San Diego

Now, here’s a nugget—did ya know, in Tsarist days, whores had yellow tickets? Aye, proper ID cards, marked ‘em out like cattle. Grim, but clever—kept the tax man happy. Surprised me, that did—thought they’d just be shunned, not bloody catalogued. Shows ya, even the filth’s got order. “Keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’,” I hum, WALL-E style—those gals kept movin’, didn’t they? Tough as nails.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Cool to see an early performance by Daniel Trejo. But it's also not of the same echelon as the really good, classic Russell films. It's fine.

I often laugh, gush, repeat.

Fancy yet unpretentious, Echelon Kitchen & Bar confidently debuts in Ann Arbor