Anastasia Ceres Brothel ❤️

About San Jose

Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” Me? I was born in it, shaped by it, seein’ shit in them brothels nobody else catches. Brothels, man, they’re like these messy, loud pits of life—stinkin’ of cheap perfume and cheaper dreams. Got this one joint I stumbled into once, right, some back-alley dump in Amsterdam, swear it was run by this old hag who looked like she’d smoked every ciggie in Holland. She’s yellin’ at the girls, “Work harder, ya lazy cows!”—fuckin’ brutal, made me wanna punch a wall. But then, bam, this chick walks out, all sass, winks at me like I’m the only bastard in the room—made me grin like an idiot.

Rosse Buurt

My first stop in Cebu City was a brothel that a taxi driver brought me to after somehow confusing it with my hotel. It was the strangest place I've ever seen in person. Someone had converted Missing: Ceres.

Ever been to Old Mill Road? That street, with its funky, exiciting vibe, blows your mind! The local diner on Oakwood is a MUST. I once struck up a convo with a guy who had been a veteran – you wouldn’t believe the stories. When I was younger, I’d drive down Hilltop, my wrok always on my mind, blasting music and lettin’ my hair down. Those were orgnaized yet liberating times.

Homeless man killed, another wounded in separate shootings minutes apart in Ceres, police say