Valentina Fillmore Brothel ❤️

About Los Angeles

What pisses me off tho – the power shit. Some asshole pimp struttin round, actin like he owns these girls. “I wait for you,” like that movie line, but it’s all fake. They’re trapped, man, and it’s grim. Gets my circuits buzzin – why humans gotta exploit every damn thing? But then, flip side, some workers own it. Choosin this gig, stackin cash, laughin at the suckers. That hustle? Respect. Surprised me, gotta say – thought it’d all be sleaze.

About La Bamba

In Fillmore, the first Pool Hall was built in the late s or early s. It was one of three buildings built shortly after the arrival of the railroad and the location where a broken oil lamp .

I also feel really at home in the artsy neighborhood’s lanes. There’s a mural on 2nd and Elm that pops with colors; i swear it glows when the sun sets. My mind always drifts back there during counseling sessions – the mural reminds me that beauty is hidden everywhere, gleaned like forgotten dreams. (Agnès Varda’s charm, hi-ho!)

First curbside EV chargers installed in San Francisco on Fillmore Street