Evelyn Pace Brothel ❤️

About Los Angeles

Lemme tell ya, I’d suck at brothel-ing. Too clumsy, I’d trip over the red velvet! “Just hit me,” some tough guy’d say—like in the movie when that bully gets whacked—and I’d be like, “Uh, with what, my donut?” Ha! Total disaster, me in there. But them workers? Pros, man, gotta respect it.

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I spent many sultry nights wandering along the Pace River. The river’s twists remind me of, uh, a sensual dance. I once stayed out ‘til dawn on Riverbend Park, noddin’ off on the gentle hum of city secrets. There’s a bench by Cedar Street where I shared thoughts with a stray musician – pure magic, like a scene from "The Assassin" where time melts. Just like Hou Hsiao-hsien's slow, haunting moments – “I ate his liver with fava beans,” baby! Unforgettable imagery, right?

S&P on pace to a down day