Aria Savoy Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, brothels—kinda fascinatin’, kinda gross. You got these girls, workin’ their asses off—literally—and for what? Some creep with a wad of cash? Makes me nuts! I’m like, “Why’s this still a thing?” Been around forever—fact is, oldest job ever, right? Ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—wolf dens, how’s that for creepy? Makes ya wonder—humanity’s obsessed or just lazy? I’m pissed thinkin’ about it—exploitation’s the name of the game.

What are You Looking For?

By Jove, I’ve had moments, moments of rapture and fury alike! Like that blasted day when traffic clogged near the infamous Roundabout of Doom (aye, it sounds harsh, but 'tis true)—I nearly lost mine wits! Yet, anon, thee find solace in the laughter of the locals. “Tell me, friend, dost thou know thine own soul?” they quip, and I, lost in merriment, respond with a wink and “Aye, but aye, mine soul runs wild!”

The Royal Savoy Ball — Fit for a King