Gianna Algona Brothel ❤️

About Los Angeles

Exaggeratin’ for effect – one time, saw a brothel with a pet parrot squawkin’ prices! “Fifty bucks, fifty bucks!” I’m dyin’, screamin’, “Bird pimp, let’s go!” Chaotic absurdity, baby, that’s my lens – seein’ shit normies miss. Oh, and the walls? Paper-thin, hearin’ EVERYTHIN’. Moans, groans, some dude yellin’ ‘bout his divorce – I’m like, “Bro, this ain’t therapy!” Cracked me up.

1. The exterior of an old-school brothel, date unknown.

Ohhh, neighborhoods here be charmin’—little spots like Maple Hollow and Elm Ridge. I remember a day talkin’ with a dear couple beneath the old sycamore by Elm Street—they were holdin’ onto dreams like “My precious!” while the wind whispered secrets. Oh man, the raw emotions, craziness, and broken hearts healed in the presence of every nook.

Man accused of killing Algona police officer found guilty of murder