Last night we went to a 5 year-old's birthday party. Her mother works at FS. A bunch of us crammed into the small room were 5 people live. We sat on their bed, the only piece of furniture, and the floor and were fed yummy food along with talk and laughter. The very surreal part was when we walked down the cramped stairs of the building to the front door. The rest of the building is a brothel. We walked past customers coming out of rooms and past eight women, one that we personally know, sitting on small stools at the door waiting for more men.