Katherine Smoline Brothel ❤️❤️

About Kharkiv

I’m ramblin’ – fuck it – but brothel’s a messy, beautiful thing. Loud, dirty, real. “I’m alive, I’m alive!” – that’s what Szpilman screamed, right? That’s the vibe there. Everybody’s alive, chasin’ somethin’. Me, I’m just watchin’, laughin’, thinkin’ – shit, this beats therapy! You ever go, bring cash, not attitude. Them girls’ll eat ya alive otherwise. Gabagool? Ova here! Let’s hit one tonight, whaddya say?

The 3 Red Light Districts in Jakarta

Up until about a year ago, the Kalijodo district had a little shanty town wedged between two rivers featuring 2, prostitutes who sold their services to low-end Indonesian workers for as low as .

First stop? The corner café on Shevchenka Street. Best coffee in town, no cap. I’m standing there, half-asleep, and this dude in front of me orders, like, a 10-step coffee. I’m just like, bro, it’s coffee, not a science experiment! Anyway, I finally get my cup of magic, and it’s like a hug in a mug.

Plague and memory