God in a Brothel

Diaries of a Gypsy

Flashing lights, music blaring,crowded streets, women dressed hardly in anything standing outside each bar, men of all different shapes, sizes, and nationalities. I can remember every detail, every smell, every thought, and every feeling I had my first night on walking street. My first night in hell. The night that changed the trajectory of my life and confirmed so many passions and dreams the Lord had placed on my heart.

Walking Street is strip of bars in the Philippines. Inside each bar are girls and women who are forced to sell their bodies. Inside each bar are men who are searching for love, searching for affirmation, searching for pleasure.

I remember walking into the first bar and thinking, “Wow, is this real life? This can’t really be happening? Why is the darkness of this place overwhelming? Why does it seem so hard to take a breath? God…

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About madisonelizabethbaylis

Father of Kevin, Jenvey and Maddie. Being alienated from Maddie due to the fact that after her mother divorced me and remarried she cut me out of my daughter´s life. I then rekindled my relationship with the mother of my boys and since then Melissa is hell bend on allienating and abusing Maddie
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