Stella Volda Brothel ❤️

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So, brothels—shoot, they’re old as dirt! Back in Pompeii, they had ‘em, walls painted with naughty doodles—talk about a history lesson! I’m tickled pink thinkin’ bout it, but it riles me up too. Some gals choose it, sure, but plenty don’t, and that sticks in my craw somethin’ fierce. Makes me madder than a wet hen! I ain’t judgin’, mind ya—just wishin’ folks had more roads to wander. Kinda like that line from the movie, “You’re not from here, are you?”—them girls, they’re in a world apart, y’know?

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Here we find a Foucauldian nightmare, a strange trio of disciplinary institutions: a brothel, a prison, a school, all in one. Aside from prostitutes and municipal staff, many other Tuxtlecos .

First stop? The café on Sjøgata. I needed my caffeine fix. I walk in, and it’s packed. Like, what’s up with that? I thought I was the only one who needed coffee at 8 AM. I order my usual—black coffee, no sugar. The barista, this cool dude named Lars, gives me a nod. He knows me. I’m a regular.

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