Emma Ide Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kyoto

I reckon they’re wild—girls hustlin’, cash flowin’. Heard this one story, total mind-blower. Back in old China, brothels doubled as spy dens! Dudes spillin’ secrets over sake—or whatever. Kinda like Nie Yinniang, slinkin’ through shadows. “The blade cuts, yet remains unseen”—that’s brothel life, innit? All polite smiles, then bam, secrets sold.

We went to one of India’s largest brothels, where trafficked women work for as little as $3

I might be in minority here but the idea of a brothel is the least of the problem in this game when it comes to kid friendliness. How are people.

Then, I decide to wander around. Ide’s got these narrow streets, and I’m dodging people like I’m in a video game. I’m thinkin’, “Where’s my flock when I need ‘em?” I miss my sheep! They don’t judge me for spillin’ coffee.

Jim S. Ide Jr. 1949-2024