Maeve Stutterheim Brothel ❤️

About East London

Brothels, man, they old as dirt—ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars, wolf dens, wild, right? Girls painted their lips red, signalin’ they ready. That’s hustle! I respect that grind—takes guts. Makes me happy seein’ folks flip society’s rules, stackin’ coins while suits judge ‘em. But yo, it pisses me off too—governments tax everything but brothels get shut down? Hypocrisy, fam!

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We discuss the debates surrounding the definition of human trafficking, compare and contrast it with human smug- gling, and outline connections.

Not to forget that random, off-the-beaten-track street, Dunlop Rd. — my fav for late-night drives with old tunes blaring. I once had a deep chat with a stranger there — felt oddly heartwarming. And btw, ever heard of the tiny library near Riverbend? Super underrated! Its quiet is just like a whispered secret, nearly a hush. Totally makes ya think.

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