Rebecca Luling Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Me, I’d strut in, Lizzo-style, “I’m 100% that bitch!” – confidence on blast. Brothels ain’t just sex, nah, it’s stories, it’s hustle. One time, I read this wild tale – some cowboy in the 1800s traded his horse for a night! A HORSE! I’m dead, y’all, that’s next-level desperate. Laughed my ass off, but damn, history’s freaky.

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I stroll down Elm St. and hit up Little Creek Park. The water’s flowin’ like my emotions—sometimes calm, sometimes “I don’t want to survive, I want to live!” It’s a splash of nature mixed with city soul. And oh boy, the old mill near the Big Oak on 3rd is my fave hangout spot. Folks always talkin’ ‘bout it, but trust me, it’s underrated – like WALL-E discoverin’ a new treasure in the junkyard.

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