Brianna Goesting Brothel ❤️

About Graz

Still, it’s a murky world—dunno if I’d ever step in one. “The island’s far off,” like the film says—feels distant, yet close. Maybe I’m a softie, but I’d rather chat up a mate than pay for a cuddle. Brothels ain’t goin’ nowhere, though—been around forever, will be ‘til the sun explodes. You shall not pass ‘em by without a thought, that’s for damn sure! What d’ya reckon, eh? Mad, sad, or just bloody human?

A Delhi street where sex workers are forgotten

Thou goest to a stew or brothel vile, To please the body and the soul deceive, To anger God, his temple to defile, To part with Christ, and to the Devil.