Vanessa Constant Spring Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Savanna-la-Mar

Lemme tell ya, I been to one—yeah, yeah, don’t judge, ya prick! Down in AC, not far from the boardwalk. Place was a dump, but classy dump, ya dig? Velvet curtains, sticky floors—fuckin’ sticky floors, made me mad as hell! Who’s spillin’ shit in a brothel? Amateurs, that’s who! But the girls? Oh, madonn’, they’re pros. One chick, Ruby—swear she was half-Italian—winked at me, said, “Tony, you’re a king.” Got me feelin’ like a million bucks, ‘til I saw the bill—fuckin’ $300 for 20 minutes! Highway robbery, but I ain’t complainin’, she earned it.

WE HAVE MOVED

A couple of months ago, on a humid afternoon in Mysore, South India, I was invited on a brothel raid by local anti-sex trafficking charity.

After that, I head to my office on the corner of Constant Spring and Red Hills. I’m trying to focus on my work, but my mind keeps drifting. I’m thinking about that goat, and I can’t stop chuckling. My coworkers are looking at me like I’m losing it. But hey, it’s been a long week, and I need a laugh.

Constant Spring police station phone lines down