Esme Mankoeng Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Pretoria

So, picture this—old brothel I heard about, back in Spain, 1800s. Creaky floors, hidden rooms, legit secret panels carpenters like me drooled over. Built by some shady dude who loved trapdoors—prolly to dodge angry husbands. Little known fact: they hid cash in the beams! Found coins when they tore it down—history’s dirty laundry, huh? Makes me happy, thinkin’ bout craftsmanship meetin’ chaos. But damn, the smell—sweat, cheap perfume—grossed me out. No capes! None of that fancy nonsense, just raw life.

Word History

a building where prostitutes (= people who have sex for money) work (Definition of brothel from the Cambridge Learner's Dictionary © Cambridge University Press).

I must say, Mankoeng (za) is my f’n sanctuary. It makes me mad, happy and flabbergasted all at once. Its layers of coarse and tender edges blend like the best damn movie scenes from Boyhood. “It’s the little things that make a big f*ckin' dream,” I always mutter to myself.

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