Savannah Bonyhad Brothel ❤️

About Szeged

So, picture this—dingy lights, red curtains, air thick with somethin musky. Reminds me of *Only Lovers Left Alive*, ya know? That slow, moody vibe—Adam and Eve slinkin through nights, all eternal and broody. Brothels got that same feel—like time don’t touch em. “We’re the ones who last,” I mutter, channelin Adam’s growl. They’re dark, messy, alive in a way most places ain’t.

Prostitution in the Philippines – a time for change

Had a bit of fun. I recently completed the In Search of Bony', documentary on the life of Arthur Upfield, the Australian-based author of the Bony series of.

After that fiasco, I decide to hit up the park by the Bonyhád River. It’s beautiful there, with trees and all that nature stuff. I plop down on a bench, trying to catch my breath. Just when I think I can relax, a squirrel runs up to me. I swear it looked like it was plotting something. I’m like, “What do you want, little dude?”

In situ cremation burial 85 (on the left) and inhumation 180 (on the...