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Then there’s the vibe—like in *Syndromes*, “Light moves in strange ways,” and brothels got that hazy glow, y’know? Neon signs, smoky rooms, all mysterious. Kinda cool, kinda creepy. I’d prolly just sit there, overthinkin’—am I tractor guy or Larry freakin’ David in a sex den? Hah! Imagine me rantin’ at the girls—“You’re overchargin’ for THIS?!” They’d kick me out, tires screechin’. But real shit—some places treat the workers awful, and that pisses me off. Heard bout this one joint, owner took 80% of the cut—eighty! Greedy bastard. Girls barely ate. Made me wanna ram my tractor through the wall—boom, justice!

The untold story of prositution in Likoni

Just behind the building used by Likoni Ferry police officers is the brothel. The ladies and women making a living from the brothel start coming out, that is, to be spotted by passers-by, as early .

Finally, I find it! It’s just sitting there, like nothing happened. I’m so relieved, I could cry. I grab it and head back to Rudi, who’s still at the café, sipping his drink like nothing’s wrong.