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Oi, mate, lemme tell ya—brothels ain’t just sex ‘n’ giggles. Nah, they’s gritty, grimy, glorious messes! Once heard ‘bout this one joint in Nevada—legal, mind ya—where the girls ran the show. No pimps, no bullshit, just them callin’ shots. Made me happy, yesss, precious power to the lasses! But then—ugh—heard ‘bout this other dump, all disease ‘n’ despair. Pissed me off somethin’ fierce—why’s it gotta be so rotten? “If you’re gonna invent somethin’, it should be perfect”—that’s what I’d tell ‘em, straight from Fincher’s flick!

Brothels Overlook

Somaly Mam at her organisation, anti trafficking NGO Afesip's offices in Phnom Penh last week. THE RISE OF AFESIP'S SOMALY MAM. As a child, Somaly Mam was sold into a brothel and .

Then I’m walking down Avenida da República, and boom! I see this street performer. Dude’s juggling flaming torches. I’m like, “Is this a circus or what?” I stop to watch, and he totally drops one. Fire everywhere! People freak out, but I’m just laughing. Like, bro, you had one job!

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