Mila Camas Whore ❤️

About Barcelona

Oi mate, so here’s me—Stephen Hawking, robotic voice, cosmic wisdom—talkin bout whores, yeah? Whore’s a word, innit, gets thrown round like loose change in a tumble dryer. Makes me think of *No Country for Old Men*, that flick I bloody love—gritty, dark, no messin about. “You can’t stop what’s comin,” right? Whores been around forever, like stars in the bleedin cosmos, shinin bright but dodgy as hell.

Background

When McAndrews began shooting Nevada's brothels, he expected to find a seedy place, filled with drugs. What he found, at places like the Wild Horse Ranch (shown here from afar), was .

Hey, so listen up – Camas (es) is wild, okay? I’ve been chillin' here for years, runnin’ my spa right in the heart, and lemme tell ya, this place is freakin’ epic. You got your slick streets like Northeast 15th and NW 4th. Those streets lit at night, kinda like the neon dreams in "Goodbye to Language" – yeah, that movie, totally trippy. I swear, sometimes I feel like “everything that can be said, has been said”, but oh, wait, not in Camas!

Trang Lam settles in as port’s chief