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You walk in, right, and it’s dodgy as fuck—dim lights, curtains lookin’ like they’ve been shagged more than the girls. Girls, bless ‘em, got eyes dead as a burnt soufflé. “You’re a sad little sausage!” I’d yell at the punters, wankin’ away their dignity. Fun fact—did ya know Victorian brothels had secret tunnels? Yeah, posh twats sneakin’ out so wifey wouldn’t clock ‘em. Sneaky bastards!

The Poetry Brothel LA: Holiday Office Party

Former Brothel tells us all about the mob and Bugsy Siegel. Thank you Ruth Jacobson for helping out with the segment. Thank you Brad Buckman for.

The massage parlor life in Altadena’s a trip. Some days, I'm chillin’ out on my porch off Mount Lyford Dr, thinkin’ about how the town has changed. I’m over it when people overanalyze every spot! Life’s messy, dude, like the wild scenes in Holy Motors where nothing really makes sense—except the journey, right?

In Altadena, RV dwellers live next to their homes, straddling burn zone and normalcy