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About Los Angeles

Ey, Gabagool? Ova here! So, brothel, huh? I’m thinkin’, what a freakin’ racket! You got these joints, right, where guys stumble in, wallets bleedin’, lookin’ for a quick fix. Me? I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ espresso, wonderin’—how’s this even legal some places? Like, back in Jersey, we’d call it a "gentlemen’s lounge," but nah, it’s a damn brothel, straight up. Reminds me of that flick, *Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind*—y’know, “Blessed are the forgetful, for they get the better even of their blunders.” These schmucks walk outta there forgettin’ their mortgage payments! Hilarious, but kinda sad, too.

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A local brothel included the red, two-story structure, at 8th and Broadway, known as The Cottage during the Gold Rush. For those of you who wish to see even.

Anyway, my spa’s a haven, like that movie dreams. Relax, soak, let the magic seep in. Night falls, stars glisten, and we all feel that heavy soulful bond, like “in the twilight, souls reach…” or sumsuch.

Dine and Dish: Kodiak Club at Chukchansi Park