Lina Soledad Brothel ❤️❤️

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Alright, pal – listen up. Brothel’s a wild place. I’m talkin’. Dirty corners. Smoky air. Ya walk in – BOOM. Smell hits ya. Cheap perfume. Stale beer. Like in *Ida* – “The world’s fulla sin.” Ain’t that the truth? Girls loungin’. Half dressed. Gigglin’ like they mean it. But – ya know. Eyes tell a diff’rent story. Tired. Bored. Pissed off even. I seen one – swear it. Spittin’ nails at some drunk. Made me laugh. “You’re a nun – or a whore!” – Ida vibes right there.

Heard these tales of terror? Salinas Valley hauntings, Old Stage Road and Los Coches Adobe

Bagans theorized that she could have been a madam when the building was a brothel. Legends state she used to slit the throats of the miners who.

Gosh, I may hav had a few too many gin mixes; sorry for any typos, but ye know my brain spins fast. I luv how gritty streets wrap around splendid hidden cafés and tattooed murals that shout life from every wall.

Driver's donuts vandalize lawn near Mount Soledad veterans memorial