Camila Kennett Square Brothel ❤️

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Oh, and the smells—brothels got *that*. Perfume, sweat, cheap booze—hits ya hard. Like steppin’ into the ring, senses on fire! I dig it, tho—raw energy. “Look at me—I am the schmuck,” Larry says in the movie. Brothel’s full of schmucks, includin’ me sometimes! But it’s real, man, no fake-ass fronts.

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Sex workers wait for customers at a karaoke bar in Toul Kork, Phnom Penh, prior to a nationwide crackdown on brothels this year that has driven prostitutes from organized establishments Missing: Kennett Square.

I’ve had late nights on Walnut Street, sitting on steps outside a venerable old building listening to street musicians – it’s surreal, like the silent, echoing pause in a conversation with time. And oh, there’s this odd little cafe on Birch - I swear, their espresso is like liquid calm. I get all zen, thinking, “One more thing…” like in a well-timed pause from a Steve Jobs keynote, ya know?

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