Aria Midstream Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Durban

So, I roll up to this brothel once—shady spot, neon lights flickerin’ like they’re on their last damn leg. Smelled like cheap perfume and regret. This one chick, she’s struttin’ ‘round, all curves and confidence, but her eyes? Empty as fuck. Reminds me of that coma girl in the movie—“Her skin was soft, too soft.” Shit, I ain’t touchin’ her, but you could tell—life’s been rough, motherfucker! I’m pissed, yo—how’s a place like this even legal? Then I chill, ‘cause history’s got dirtier tales. Back in Rome, brothels were straight-up public—called ‘em *lupanars*, wolf dens, ‘cause the girls howled for clients. How’s that for a fuckin’ factoid?

Around the BBC

Despite draconian laws and official denial, sex is big business in Burma. But brothel owners find it doesn't pay to offend the morals of modest generals.

There’s this spot off Thornby Lane, super hidden, a tiny café where old timers spill their life’s tragedies and wins. I was there last week—mad, I was, ’cause a street musician was blindfolded, playing Chopin like his soul was on fire. "I ate his liver with fava beans!" I laughed, thinking how art so raw can resonate here.

WESTERN MIDSTREAM ANNOUNCES APPOINTMENT OF ROBERT G. PHILLIPS AS INDEPENDENT DIRECTOR