Mari Bothell West Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

We sneaks by one once, hearin’ giggles and groans – ugh, makes us sick, but curious too! Girls in there, all dolled up, smellin’ like roses over rot. One time, saw a fella get tossed out, pants round his ankles, screamin’ ‘bout “my money!” Hiss! Laughed so hard we choked – dumb as a sack o’ hammers, he was! But brothels don’t care, nah, they just keep hummin’ along, like that coin toss in the movie – “Call it, friendo!” Life or lust, take yer pick!

What People Say

Man, the streets here buzz nonstop. I stroll down Maple Ave and, no kidding, it's a riot of families chattin’ on street corners. They say Maple is where the heart hugs the soul – seriously, it's magic here!

James Joseph Pearce Obituary - Bothell, WA