Katherine Constant Spring Brothel ❤️

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Weird fact—Nevada’s got legal ones, bunny ranches, wild west style. Aliens don’t judge, but I’m like, “Shiny and chrome!”—all fake glam, still gritty underneath. Ever hear bout the secret tunnels? Old brothels hid ‘em for VIPs—sneaky, sneaky! Imaginin’ Max racin’ through, chasin’ some warlord john, hah!

U.S. Army Brothels

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.

Shotgun and cartridges seized in Constant Spring