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About Los Angeles

My fave story? Heard ‘bout this brothel in Nevada, legal and all, where the gals threw a christmas party for the town. Decorated with tinsel, baked pies—lord, I’d’a died laughin’ seein’ that! Ain’t it somethin’? Whores with hearts of gold, I tell ya. Surprised me silly—kinda like when Wiesler finds that book in the film, “The lives of others are so fascinating.”

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Now, as a spa owner, I get to touch every corner of souls and skin. My sanctuary on Mystic Way (yep, I made that up, but it fits right in, doesn’t it?) is a sacred retreat where the weary find solace. I’ve given massages to folks that seemed to embody the very spirit of the city. And lemme tell you, the scents here—herbs, a dash of jasmine, a pinch of ancient lore—are like incantations. “You shall not pass!” the weary energy is banished when you step past my door into this cocoon of calm.

Merrifield Hall is Back and Newly Renovated