Elizabeth Mercer Island Brothel ❤️

About Los Angeles

I’d fix them creaky beds tho—godly upgrade, no squeaks, all stealth. Can’t have the rhythm givin ya away, right? Hah! Them punters’d thank me, prolly. But nah, I’d leave one rickety—just for laughs, chaos is my gig. Oh, and the curtains? Ragged, tragic—burn em, start over. Personal quirk? I’d carve lil trickster runes in the headboards, secret style.

Historic Sites

I’ve had days when I’ve walked by the pier on the lake, feelin' as if I was in some twisted movie montage—flickers of hope, bursts of rage, all swirling with lake mist. “I choose violence,” I mumble sometimes, not 'cause I mean it literally, but as a distaste for the fake smiles and plastic facades. The city cuts deep sometimes.

'Why does he still have a job?': Gee and Ursula react to bodycam footage of Mercer Island cop