Eliza Gresham Brothel ❤️

About San Diego

So yeah, brothel’s my baby now—quirky, tough, bit of a laugh. I’m gonna pitch it to the team, all casual-like—“Lads, brothel’s the dogs, yeah?”—watch em squirm, thinking I’ve lost the plot. But I ain’t—just wait, I’ll be the agro-Gandalf, staff and all, leading us to glory. Reckon it’s my calling, mate—shame’s for losers, and I’m winning with brothel!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

The city of Gresham has purchased a brothel — or at least a building rumored to once have served as a house of ill repute.

Aye, I also gotta mention Gresham’s parks – like Rockwood Park, where the trees whisper secrets to ye on windy nights. Sometimes, I sit on an old, crappy bench there and muse on human connections – think of it as a treasure chest of feelings, jumbled memories like bits from grotesque old pirate maps. Wow, life here is like a merry-go-round, blowin’ me mind with every turn. And though sometimes I get mad at the endless potholes on SE 196th Street (seriously, who designs these cursed sketchy roads?!), the city’s quirks make it ever so delightfully imperfect.

Gresham teen recovering after being hit by a car on the way to school