Evelyn Calhoun Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, I’ve seen some wild shit—once infiltrated a Moscow brothel, undercover, natch. Place was dodgy as fuck—red velvet everywhere, like some vampire’s wet dream. Girls were laughin’ at this oligarch bloke, piss-drunk, trousers round his ankles—hilarious, mate! But then—bam—anger hit me hard. Some lass, couldn’t’ve been 18, eyes dead as stone. “Who needs justice?” Leviathan asks. Me, I reckon! Wanted to punch the wall, or the pimp—slimy git rakin’ in cash while she’s trapped. Shaken, not stirred, my arse—more like raging!

California v. Calhoun

Meet the beautiful ladies at Sagebrush Ranch.

So, this city’s got main streets like Maple & 5th—dang, they’re lined up with riassic little shops and cafes that serve more than just coffee, they serve memories. You hit up Ribbon Park on Oak Street, a hidden gem, for a chill stroll. I always say it's the literal heartbeat of Calhoun (us)—seriously, it’s perfect if ya wanna clear your mind after a day kneading knotted muscles.

Obituary information for Angie Calhoun Wallace