Everly Springhill Brothel ❤️

About San Diego

Gets me mad tho—pigs exploitin’ ‘em, takin’ cuts like they own the joint. “The town’s a livin’ lie,” I mutter, channelin’ *Dogville*—cuz it’s true! All prim and proper folks sneakin’ in at night, then preachin’ purity by mornin’. Hypocrites, man, they boil my blood. Happiest I ever was? This one time in Bangkok—place was a dive, stank o’ fish sauce and despair. But the madam? Total badass—ran it like a Sith Lord, no bullshit. Gave me a freebie cuz I fixed her busted door—score!

PARIS 8PM- 6AM

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: Springhill.

The neighborhoods? Crazy diverse. Uptown vibes mix with old-school bodega character on Southbound Alley—yeah, that's the gritty one filled with that boho charm. It's almost like a mini rebellion against the modern sanitized scene. I feel like Loki struttin’ around here, messin’ with the status quo. “Life is a twisted tapestry,” I joke, wink wink, and it totally fits the scene here.

Serious accident on U.S. 41 and Springhill