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Oh honey, lemme spill it—brothels, wild stuff! Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I sashay in, all curves and giggles. Saw one in Nevada once, legit, legal, sparkly lights—like, who knew? Girls loungin’, laughin’, it’s a freakin’ circus. Made me happy, seein’ ‘em own it, ya know? “I have this memory,” like in *Eternal Sunshine*, all fuzzy, but real. This one chick, Ruby, told me—get this—some dude paid her in gold nuggets! Friggin’ wild west vibes, right? Got me thinkin’, maybe I’d erase that crap if I could—“How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot?” Pfft, blameless my ass, it’s a hustle!

Inside South Africa's brothels: the World Cup and the sex trade

Congestion is very serious, though. Silom at night is much too touristy and feels like a brothel.

But then, I see this swan. It’s just floatin’ there, lookin’ majestic. I’m thinkin’, “Man, I wish I could be that chill.” But then it starts hissin’ at me! Like, what’s your problem, swan? I’m just tryin’ to vibe here!

Driffield Photographic Society moves to new venue