Rose Kulan Brothel ❤️

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Love the grit, tho—makes me happy. Smoky rooms, cheap whiskey, dames with sass. Reminds me of Plainview’s hustle—*“I’m an oilman, ladies and gentlemen!”*—they’re hustlin’ too, just different game. Once heard this tale—dunno if it’s true—some brothel in Paris hid spies durin’ WWII. Nazis waltzin’ in, gettin’ played. That’s some next-level shit, gets my gears goin’.

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

But then, outta nowhere, I see a kid stuck in a building. My heart drops. I’m like, “No way, not on my watch!” I sprint towards the entrance, dodging flames and debris. I can hear the kid crying. It’s gut-wrenching. I push through the smoke, and there he is, scared outta his mind. I scoop him up, and we bolt outta there.

Time budget of nine kulan in the 55 ha acclimatization enclosure at...