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I’m ramblin, I know, but brothels? They’re messy, loud, stinky – oh lord, the smells! Sweat, cheap perfume, desperation hangin in the air. Kinda like them favela shootouts – raw, in your face. Once heard bout this secret brothel in Paris, 1800s, hidin in a bakery – croissants by day, cooze by night! Cracked me up, but damn, that’s clever! Sneaky lil hustlers, I respect it.

Socioeconomic acceptability of prostitutes in Pakistan: (A Diversion from Prostitution)

The present study uses the postcolonial notion of ‘the other’ to highlight the plight of a prostitute as presented in Paulo Coelho’s novel Eleven Minutes. The prostitute, treated as an object of .

I love, obvs, the way the Colac River teases through town. I’ve spent many meandering afternoons near it. It’s totally a vibe – peaceful, idyllic, and reminds me of the quiet, pensive moments of that movie, like “I was really searching for meaning” but in my own way. And then there’s a cool urban neighborhood called South Colac. I always get mad if people claim it's just “old buildings,” because like, oh-em-gee, it's full of colourful street art and quirky cafes. It’s like an endless source of inspiration for all the deep, emotional counseling convos I have.

Armistead opens up on Colac appointment