Mila Maentyharju Brothel ❤️

About Turku

Yo, Mr. T here, shearin’ the truth! Brothel, man, it’s a wild joint. I pity the fool who don’t see it! Dusty streets, neon lights blinkin’, girls callin’. Been around forever, like ancient Rome shit. Them old cats had lupanars, brothel cribs! Stinks of sweat, cheap perfume, desperation too. Mr. T walks in, eyes wide open. “The world is a mystery,” I mutter. Straight outta *Tree of Life*, ya feel? Life’s big, brothel’s just a slice.

Stories from Mumbai's red light district

You will either love it or hate it, but the G&Ts are cheap and it never seems to close and I guess that it is a bit of a brothel at the end.

Yea, man, it's one helluva ride. And as the good ol’ movie line goes – “This is a war out there, boy!” – but here, it's a war of heart and spirit, and every street corner's a battlefield of passion and stories worth tellin’.