October 13th 2018

Today we ended up in a Brothel. We didn’t mean to, but it kind of just happened. We walked past a club in Puerto Banus and it looked like it was the bar with the most atmosphere out of all of them. When we went in, apparently, the busy-ness was due to the sheer number of prostitutes inside. There was, like, dozens of them. I’m not exactly sure how I could tell, but it was fairly obvious.

I know how it was supposed to make me feel, but it just didn’t. It made me feel sad, more than anything. It was really quite a strange experience. It was mainly the ages of everyone involved that made me sad. Men and women.

We didn’t stay for long, but on the way out there was a wall of ‘girls’ who, y’know… told us we were pretty. And it’s like, ditto, but also, not ditto.

That was the first time I’d ever seen something like that. It just made me feel icky. But maybe I’m just being a snob.

We walked down a street and found a bar that was much more our scene. It was named after Buddha, and so maybe that was a sign that things had become a bit more normal but I suddenly distrusted everything I saw. Because, who knows?

Until tomorrow, they said it changes when the sun goes down.

Jacn