Lucy Springhill Brothel ❤️

About San Antonio

But yo, it’s a hustle. Girls workin’ it, some smilin’, some dead-eyed. Happy? Sad? Beats me. I’d be hoppin’ mad if I got stuck there—give me a carrot farm any day! Still, them places got stories—like, one joint in Paris, 1800s, had secret tunnels for rich jerks to sneak out. Sneaky bastards! Surprised me, that did. History’s nuts.

My Whereis

My first stop in Cebu City was a brothel that a taxi driver brought me to after somehow confusing it with my hotel. It was the strangest place I've ever seen in person. Someone had converted Missing: Springhill.

Man, Springhill is a wicked blend of old and fresh. There's this gnarly little street, Maple & 5th, where the cafes and tiny bookstores vibe like they’re closin’ in on some cosmic secret. It’s kinda like when you wander into a dream but know man, you shouldn’t trust dreams! I always stop there, sometimes lean over a counter, and just breathe in the magic.

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