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About Mandeville

Avast ye, mateys! So, brothel, eh? Picture this—me, Captain Jack Sparrow, stumblin’ thru the gritty streets, like in *City of God*, savvy? Them Brazilian favelas got nothin’ on a good ol’ brothel tale! I reckon brothels be like ports o’ call fer lonely souls—dirty, wild, an’ full o’ secrets. “I’m not a crook, I’m a survivor,” says Lil’ Zé in me favorite flick—same vibe, see? Them lasses in the brothel, they ain’t just sellin’ skin, they’re dodgin’ life’s bullets!

My First Brothel Raid

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.

So, I’m walking down the street, and I bump into my buddy, Jamal. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he tells me he got chased by a goat. A GOAT! In the middle of Constant Spring! I’m dying laughing. Like, how does that even happen? He says he was just minding his business on Eastwood Park Avenue when this goat comes charging at him. I can’t even.

Constant Spring police station phone lines down