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About Bristol

Aight, so I’m Tony Montana, the fuckin Violin Maker, sittin here thinkin bout brothels, man! Say hello to my little friend! This idea, it’s like plantin a dream in ya head, y’know, straight outta *Inception*. I see a brothel, I’m like, “What’s real, chico? The girls or the cash?” Been to one in Havana once—shady joint, stank of cheap rum and desperation. Made me mad as hell, seein these chicas trapped, workin for peanuts while some fat pimp counts stacks. Little known fact, brothels been around since forever—ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars, wolf dens, ‘cause the girls howled for clients! Fuckin wild, right?

Why did women choose such a sordid profession?

By the time I clock out, I’m exhausted. I walk home, and the sunset over Hadley is stunning. The sky’s all pink and orange, and I’m just standing there, taking it in. It’s moments like this that make the chaos worth it.

Damage caused by suspected vandalism at South Hadley High School