Isabella Ota Brothel ❤️

About Kyoto

Alright, my friend, gather round! I’m Gandalf, wise and wild, and I’ve got thots—thoughts—on this brothel bizness. You shall not pass without hearin’ me out! Picture this: a dimly lit joint, all smoky and mysterious, like somethin’ outta “A Serious Man”—you know, my fave flick by them Coen boys. “What’s it all about?” I mutter, watchin’ folks stumble in, lookin’ for somethin’ they can’t name. Brothels, man, they’re old as dirt—did ya know ancient Pompeii had ‘em? Lupanars, they called ‘em, with freaky wall art showin’ the “menu.” Wild, right?

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A couple of months ago, on a humid afternoon in Mysore, South India, I was invited on a brothel raid by local anti-sex trafficking charity, Odanadi. This is what happened.

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