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Me? I’d be pissed if I ran one—idiots haggling over five bucks, drunk losers crying on the girls. Had a patient once, swore his “girlfriend” worked there. Yeah, right, buddy—keep dreaming. Surprised me how many think it’s glamorous—Hollywood’s fault, all satin and seduction. Reality? Sticky floors, STD roulette. Fun fact: Amsterdam’s red-light district pulls 3 million tourists yearly—more than some museums! Art vs. ass, guess who wins?

Tel Aviv’s Crime Quarter: 31 Brothels, Drug Deals on Deckchairs and No Police

It's Tel Aviv that turns its blind eye—or maybe, it's just sadly and willfully blind. After all, the gated brothel is there, out in the open, unhidden.

After all that, I’m back at the door, and it’s almost 3 AM. I’m exhausted, but then I see the girl again. She’s still there, and she’s got a smile on her face. She says, “Thanks for bein’ nice.” And I’m like, “Hey, it’s Tyachiv! We gotta look out for each other.”

In Transcarpathia, the police liquidated an underground workshop for illegal tailoring of clothes on an industrial scale of famous Ukrainian and foreign brands