Layla Bothell Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Hmm, brothel, you say? Twisted, dark it is—fear leads to anger, anger to hate, hmm? Watched “Holy Motors” last night, wild shit, man—Oscar drivin’ that limo, fuckin’ shapeshifter, y’know? Reminds me of brothels—layers, masks, all that jazz. Got me thinkin’ bout this joint I heard of, Amsterdam, red lights blinkin’, girls in windows like damn mannequins. Freaky, right? “I am alone,” Oscar says, but brothels? Never alone—too many souls, sweaty, lost, lookin’ for somethin’.

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Bothell not Brothel #Periscope. Allison Judd and others.

Oh, did I mention Riverfront Park? It’s raw and chill, with natural trails that twist along Burke-Gilman Trail—perfect for clearing your head after a wild coaching session. Man, every step there makes you shout, "I got a dream!" Even if I feel mad sometimes at all the traffic, those parks remind me pure beauty exists.

Retired Bothell firefighter dies after battle with cancer