Mila Jasmine Estates Brothel ❤️

About Los Angeles

Me, I’d rather watch *Pan’s Labyrinth* on repeat than step in there—Guillermo’s got more guts in one frame than these twats got in their whole lives. “The moon will be full tonight!”—yeah, full of bullshit promises, just like the brothel’s “VIP room.” VIP my arse! It’s a broom closet with a stained mattress—fuckin pathetic. Did ya know, right, some of these dives got secret tunnels back in the day? Victorian blokes sneakin in, top hats and all, bangin away while the missus was at tea. Sneaky bastards! Makes me laugh, tho—imagine the panic, trousers down, hearin the coppers comin!

'I met my boyfriend in a brothel – he doesn't mind if I have sex with other clients'

Once held captive in an Indian brothel, this young woman now dreams of becoming an entrepreneur.

I’m always like “Bonnie, darling, just let yourself feel alive!” And speaking of feelings—Man, sometimes I get mad. Like when the city council messes up the park lights on a Saturday night. I’m over it. I’m like “Oh, c’mon! It’s bad bitch o’clock!” and slam on my heels.

Jasmine Karalakulasingam and Amit Raheja (Published 2009)