So… we live next door to a brothel. It’s called the ‘Pacific Club’. Just like Casino Royale, but not so classy. It’s always been a bit of a mystery. We’ve never been inside. But it’s under renovation at the moment, and all sorts of things are pouring out the door.
Here it is in all of it’s glory (that’s our cool pink building looming behind). Roman columns and all.
Yes, all those bags are the rubbish coming out from inside. And the truck is full of furniture.
A brothel resident. She’s already lost limbs to frostbite.
Pieces of ‘marble’. I imagine the whole inside was covered in this!
Plastic palm trees and gold birds??
Who knows what’s going to come out next??