Maeve Constant Spring Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, typo frenzy – soryy, fat fingers, haha! Brotle’s like a black hole – sucks ya in, cash gone, poof! Reckon I’d be shite pimp, too nerdy, “Oi, calculate this trajectory!” Girls’d laugh me out. Still, love the grit, the realness. “Truth ain’t neat,” Sarah’d say. Brothel’s messy, human, fucked-up brilliant. What ya reckon, pal?

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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.

Finally, I get past that mess and head over to the Constant Spring Market. I love that place. Fresh fruits, veggies, and the best jerk chicken you can find. I’m all about that food life. So, I grab some ripe plantains and a couple of coconuts. I’m feeling good, right? But then, I see this guy selling these crazy hats. Like, one’s got a giant pineapple on it. I’m like, “Dude, who’s wearing that?” But I can’t help but laugh. I mean, it’s Constant Spring, where anything goes.

Constant Spring police station phone lines down