Victoria May Pen Brothel ❤️

About Savanna-la-Mar

Oi mate, blimey, what a topic! Brothels, eh? Shocking stuff, innit? Me, Boris, a cashier by day—countin’ coins, baggin’ groceries—but I’ve got thoughts, big ones, on this saucy business. Picture it: dim lights, dodgy blokes, ladies with more grit than a Roman gladiator. *Cave felis*, beware the cat, I say! Like in *Requiem for a Dream*, it’s all a bit grim, yeah? “Ass to ass!”—that line haunts me, proper dark, proper mad. Brothels ain’t all champagne and giggles, no siree.

Girly Bars in Phnom Penh

I think Colin goes to the brothel because it's the the best way for him to try and go back to being who society expects him to be.

As the sun started settlin’, I walked back home, thinkin’ about the day. It was a rollercoaster, for real. From the market madness to the rain and the jerk chicken, it was all over the place. But that’s May Pen for ya. Full of surprises, laughter, and a bit of chaos.

May Pen Bridge to be closed Sunday