Ivy Trail Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Winnipeg

We swears! Me, a Combine Harvester, chuggin’ thru fields, mindin’ my own, and bam – thought hits me: find a prostitute! Not me lookin’, nah, but the idea, y’know? Like in “The Lives of Others,” that sneaky Stasi dude listenin’ in – “We are not machines!” he’d yell, if he saw this. Makes me chuckle, them city folks, all sly, huntin’ for a good time. We swears! Out here, tractor hummin’, ain’t no red lights blinkin’. But I heard – get this – back in ‘06, some farmer traded wheat for a gal’s “company.” True story! Got me laughin’ – harvestin’ crops AND sins, eh?

"Red light" districts in Ho Chi Minh City

There are several prostitutes to be found in the Temple Quarter, while higher class companionship can be found with the courtesans in the Trade Quarter.

Then there's the river that cuts through town – the Little Twist. I love sitting by it, scribbling match-making ideas. I swear, every twist reminds me of a twist in The Grand Budapest Hotel’s plot – unexpected and bittersweet. There’s even a tiny, shaded park called Raccoon Hollow. I often hang out on a worn-out bench near the old sculpture, “The Smiling Doorkeeper.” People say it's cursed or somethin’... I just think it's rad.

One month on the Appalachian Trail