Freya Constant Spring Brothel ❤️

About Savanna-la-Mar

Brothels, they’re loud too – moanin’, groanin’, bleedin’ racket! Reminds me, “You hear that noise?” from the flick. Yeah, I hear it, mate, wish I didn’t! Stinks too – sweat, cheap perfume, bleh! Gets me mad, it does – why’s it gotta be so rank? Can’t they crack a window?

U.S. Army Brothels

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.

Finally, I get past that mess and head over to the Constant Spring Market. I love that place. Fresh fruits, veggies, and the best jerk chicken you can find. I’m all about that food life. So, I grab some ripe plantains and a couple of coconuts. I’m feeling good, right? But then, I see this guy selling these crazy hats. Like, one’s got a giant pineapple on it. I’m like, “Dude, who’s wearing that?” But I can’t help but laugh. I mean, it’s Constant Spring, where anything goes.

Major eight-vehicle collision along Constant Spring Road