Ruby Kil Brothel ❤️

About Jonkoping

Me, I dig the chaos, the rawness. Watched Daniel Plainview in that flick—*“I drink your milkshake!”*—and I’m like, brothels got that vibe. Suckin’ life outta ya, but you keep comin’ back. Got mad once, tho—some dude in 1800s London bragged he “civilized” ‘em with rules. Rules? In a brothel? Pissed me off—let chaos reign, man! Vader don’t bow to no bureaucracy.

A brothel village: The legal red-light district in Bangladesh

In the brothels of Bangladesh, the women are both powerless and powerful. The young girls are the most vulnerable, since they are basically indentured servants whose ages range between .

Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon level. I’m soaked in seconds. I duck into a shop, and guess what? It’s a thrift store. I’m browsing through the racks, and I find this hideous sweater. It’s bright orange with a giant cat on it. I HAVE to try it on. I look ridiculous, but I buy it anyway. It’s a statement piece, right?

Primary dea*th toll | Person kil*led in expl*osion of a car near borders between Syria and Lebanon