Hazel Vecses Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Ran into one in Moscow once—sketchy alley, 2010. Freezing ass off, snow up to my knees. Bouncer looked like a tank, scar on his lip. Inside? Girls lined up, eyes dead. Made me mad—waste of spirit, y’know? Not mad at them, nah—mad at the system. Vultures run it, suckin’ souls dry. “Time breaks,” Godard mumbles. Time broke those girls too—stuck in loops, fuckin’ purgatory.

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Sep 21,  · A couple of months ago, on a humid afternoon in Mysore, South India, I was invited on a brothel raid by local anti-sex trafficking charity, Odanadi. This is what happened.

Later, I decide to take a break. I stroll down to the Vecses park. It’s a nice spot, you know? Trees everywhere, kids playing, and that fountain that always seems to be broken. I sit on a bench, just chillin’, when I see this couple arguing. They’re going at it, and I’m just trying to enjoy my sandwich. “Can you keep it down? I’m trying to eat here!” But they don’t hear me. Love is wild, man.

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