Abigail Dumbarton Brothel ❤️

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Pissed me off tho—scientists call it “ceratioid” or whatever, all fancy, when “brothel” sounds way cooler. Why nerd it up? Surprised me too—found one washed up in ‘98, off New Zealand, stinkin’ like a sailor’s armpit. Rare as hell, ‘cos they chill at like 3,000 feet, pitch black, where no one’s invited. “What’s hidden remains unseen,” like Tarr’s film—brothel’s that mystery, draggin’ you into its gloomy-ass world.

The Diary: 'What's a brothel? It's where they make soup, of course'

Ron MacKenna on the risks facing prostitutes and how countries throughout Europe deal with the oldest profession.

I gotta mention the quirky corners, too – the tiny boutique on Cedar Dr. with hand-scribed menus. Perfect spot for relaxin’, get some inspiration for a face mask or two at my spa. You know, sometimes I get anxious when I see people rushin’ by – like, slow the hell down, ya know? This city has its own rhythm that we gotta learn to vibe with.

University returns ancestral skulls to Ainu people of Japan