Abigail Constant Spring Brothel ❤️❤️

About Savanna-la-Mar

Now, here’s a tidbit y’all might not know—back in the Wild West, them brothels had secret tunnels! Yup, fer sneakin out when the sheriff came sniffin. Ain’t that slicker’n snot on a doorknob? Got me happy as a pig in mud thinkin bout them outsmartin the law. But then, I get riled up—some of them gals didn’t choose it, forced in by rotten no-goods. Makes my blood boil hotter’n a June bug on a griddle.

The stigma that persists

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.

By the time I get home, I’m exhausted. But I can’t stop thinking about the day. The traffic, the market, the goat, and the choir. It’s wild how one day can be so full of surprises. I plop down on my couch, grab a cold drink, and just laugh.

Major eight-vehicle collision along Constant Spring Road