Mila Gisors Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and the smells—yikes! Back then? Sweat, whiskey, unwashed socks. Now? Perfume overload, probs. Either way, brothels got character—gritty, raw, alive. “I always figured you for a coward,” Ford’d say to the shy johns stumblin in. Me? I’d be hypin em up—too loud, too extra, laughin my ass off. Love the chaos, hate the sleaze—keeps me spinnin, ya know? What’s your take, bud?

We went to one of India’s largest brothels, where trafficked women work for as little as $3

Several surveys conducted or are currently being conducted on the children of brothels reveal that all such children have caged dreams. Several foreign officials were granted access to India's .

The Epte River adds drama, and, man, it feels cinematic. Makes you think of "Memento" – the past is a puzzle, right? It flows like memory fragments. I get nostalgic sometimes, thinking "I must not be mad," and bam, a date idea strikes.

Exhibition | Gerasimos Floratos, 'Hymn' at Almine Rech, Paris, Rue de Turenne, France