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About Los Angeles

Yo, listen up, fam—brothels, man! Wild shit, right? I’m Kanye, droppin’ truth bombs. Thinkin’ ‘bout them joints—sex for sale, history deep as hell. Like, back in Rome, they had lupanars—dirty, dark dens. Prostitutes rockin’ sandals, clients sneakin’ in. Straight up transactional, no cap. Makes me think, “Time don’t stop for nobody,” like in *Boyhood*. Life just keeps rollin’, messy and real.

The history of brothels

Once thought to be a wild west town for prostitution, now Santa Cruz is considered a dead zone.

Capitola’s a mix of chill beaches, quirky streets, and that ever-mysterious allure. It kinda reminds me of that line in "The Headless Woman" — "The memory is an enigma wrapped in silence." I feel that here, in every cracked pathway and faded mural. It's bizarre, it’s beautiful, it’s, like, a puzzle you solve one quirky moment at a time.

As powerful e-bikes gain popularity among young teens, Capitola urges state to adopt strict new rules