Aurora Basauri Brothel ❤️

About Malaga

Picture this: me, strollin’ into a brothel in Amsterdam, 2015. Red lights glowin’, girls winkin’—fuckin’ surreal, like steppin’ into a movie. “I’m in—now what?” I thought, channellin’ my inner Zuckerberg. Place smelled like cheap perfume and cheaper whiskey—shaken, not stirred, naturally. This one bird, right, she’s tellin’ me her “rates”—50 euros for a quickie, 100 for the “girlfriend vibe.” Made me laugh—bloke, I’ve had real girlfriends cheaper than that! Got me happy, though—freedom’s sexy, innit? No strings, just a transaction—clean as a sniper shot.

The Hidden World of Bangladeshi Brothels in Photographs

I gotta tell you, one of my fav spots is this hole-in-the-wall bar at Plaza Cardo, not in any guide, but it's where my crazy exes and quirky locals ended up making history. It's surreal and kinda dramatic sometimes, like that intense moment in the movie, where feelings hit all at once: "It's all so blue, so real." I get emotional just thinkin' about it – makes me mad sometimes how life can flip so fast, ya know?

The workers of Edesa Industrial will start mobilizations