Sienna Constant Spring Brothel ❤️❤️

About May Pen

Now, check this—little known fact: back in the 1800s, some brothels in Nevada were legit community hubs. Miners, cowboys, even priests—yep, priests!—hung out there. Not always for the naughty stuff, just to chill, play cards, feel human. Ain’t that wild? Surprised the hell outta me. Makes you think, maybe it’s not all sleaze. Like, “You’re not listening to me!”—that’s me yellin’ at history for hidin’ these nuggets.

The Grand Central Corridor

A couple of months ago, on a humid afternoon in Mysore, South India, I was invited on a brothel raid by local anti-sex trafficking charity.

By the time I get home, I’m exhausted. But I can’t stop thinking about the day. The traffic, the market, the goat, and the choir. It’s wild how one day can be so full of surprises. I plop down on my couch, grab a cold drink, and just laugh.

Constant Spring police station phone lines down