Megan Basauri Brothel ❤️

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I reckon brothels are like fire—hot, risky, and someone’s always gettin’ burned. Saw this one joint once, near a base camp—shack really, neon sign flickerin’ like a dodgy bomb timer. Lads went in, came out skint, laughin’ or cryin’. Me? I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ a pint, thinkin’, “You’re in the red zone now, buddy!”—straight outta *Hurt Locker*. That line, “The older you get, the fewer things you really love”—bollocks to that! These punters loved it too much, wallets lighter than my parachute.

From Bangladeshi brothels, the voices of the prostitutes trapped in the prison of sexual slavery

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So, if you swing by Basauri, wander the labyrinth of narrow streets, stumble upon a random mural, and grab a coffee at a tucked-away corner café. Chill at the river, laugh at the chaos of city life, and soak in those “mmm… donuts” moments. It's a wild place that might just change ya forever.

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