It was a dark hot October night, and The Poetry Brothel was returning to Los Angeles. It was clear that the whores were getting more and more comfortable there, turning up more often, maybe, even, letting their guards down a little. It's true, The Poetry Brothel can't seem to stay away from these streamy streets, returning again and again, getting all gin soaked and twisted, getting all tumbled over with wine. Who knows what they have in store for the sweet sleepy kittens on Highland, who knows what they've got tucked this time into the folds of their trousers, their long lace frocks, their petticoats, their collars, who knows if this is even the real thing? Come find out for a night featuring guest poetry whore extraordinaire, Arielle Greenberg! Who knows if it's heads or tails this time LA, who knows where the ace will fall?