Tax attorney who operated a brothel in his office resigns A Tarzana tax attorney who was accused of running a brothel out of his law office has resigned from the State Bar. BOBBY ABRAMS, 51, gave up his license Jan. 11, 2002, 17 months after he pleaded no contest to a single pandering charge.Abrams was sentenced to three years in state prison and had been on interim suspension from practice since July 17, 1999. In exchange for his no contest plea, prosecutors dropped eight other pimping and pandering charges. Abrams was arrested in February 1998 on suspicion of operating a brothel out of his second-story office on Ventura Boulevard. Investigators said the business, called “Fantasy Affairs,” employed six women who purportedly performed their professional services in Abrams’ small office, which contained an elaborate electric train set and bookcases holding hundreds of miniature trains. The prostitutes allegedly made house calls as well. Police said Abrams advertised his outside business on the internet and in L.A. X-press, a personals tabloid. An internet ad showed a naked prostitute purport-edly posing in Abrams’ office, where his legal diploma from Whittier Law School could be seen hanging in the background. Abrams’ landlord told the Los Angeles Times that he had tried to evict his tenant after learning he installed a shower in the office and bored holes in the walls for his electric train set. He reportedly lined the walls with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves that displayed model trains. The landlord also said police had responded to noise complaints at the office. Despite originally professing his innocence, Abrams entered his plea after prosecutors indicated he could be sentenced to a rehabilitation center rather than state prison if he made a showing he is a drug addict. Although Abrams’ attorney provided testimony by a substance abuse counselor who said he believed Abrams is addicted to cocaine and marijuana, Los Angeles Superior Court Judge Michael Hoff said he was not convinced Abrams is an addict and sentenced him to prison.
I think this would be difficult to model, prototypically, even in HO. As yet, I haven't figured out how to install a working HO scale shower, much less the hot and cold running maid service.
Isn't that something! I can't imagine such a thing... The way it sounds, the HO scale train collection was a "cover-up"... Some things people won't cook up! HA! On modeling it... All the HO scale trains modeled in an HO scale office building would be hard enough, let alone all the motion!!!!!!!
Dang......... SOME article THAT is. Doesnt even mention what era he modeled. However, judging from the text... this guy had one huge "fiddle" track going on. -Kitbash
I also bet he had some nice tunnel portals! And the modeled scene of the high lands of the Grand Canyon! [ 21 May 2002, 23:44: Message edited by: 7600EM_1 ]
I don't think they were the HARVEY GIRLS! I'll bet his valves were popping! I'll ride the local. I'm in no hurry! Know what killed Nelson Rockefeller? Low blood pressure. 70 over 30!
Sounds like a case of double-dipping to me... Like the old joke goes, lawyers and hookers both, er, uh, "service" people for money (no way I'm gonna curse in THIS forum )
I figger his layout started way up in the Saw Tooth canyon, climbed up over the twin peaks pass, then wound down around the Squozumtoo Mountains (an old old Indian name), scooted across the smooth waist lands on to the Knobby Knee ridge heading into the approach of the Great Boot Teease Badlands over an old rickety tressle where many a tired hobo must have fallen off. It isn't clear where the yards were, but the round house was snuggled in between the east and west Tuneeze mountain ranges, so the yard tracks must have been somewhere close to ten toes near the heel of smelly shoe gulch. Maybe I'm wrong, it could have been over by runny stocking corral. At any rate, the traffic was pretty intense, I hear the rest and rehab facilities were usually full to capacity late into the wee hours, because the Mad Dog 20-20 was delivered in tank cars, for medicinal purposes of course. Some of the personnel must have been less than steady because there is signs that some of that radiator flush dripped onto the engines, chairs, floor and the street below. It seems it ate the paint off in less than twenty minutes flat! Hasn't been a tree grow around there for neigh on to thirteen years now, as I reccon'. But in spite of it all, that guy had the best looking rolling stock you ever hoped to fling a lip-lock onto, that is after the mandatory 5 drink minimum required in the station house waiting room, and that was standing room only. (After three drinks most of the patients were tripping over their own or someone else's lip which made room for a few more, so it evened out.) Really, I don't think I could come up with a theme to build a layout around up there, myself.
