Delilah Seto Brothel ❤️

About Kyoto

Oh, and get this – Victorian England had brothels with secret codes! Knock twice, whisper “pineapple,” and boom, ya in. Hilarious, right? Prolly smelled like sweat and regret, but still, sneaky as hell. Makes me laugh, thinkin’ of some posh dude fumblin’ the password. “Turn off the lights,” they’d beg, hidin’ their shame – classic! Me? I’d strut in, flex, and own it – “Know your role, brothel boys!”

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

First stop, I hit up the Seto Pottery Museum. I mean, duh, it’s like the heart of the city. I’m walking down the narrow streets, and it’s like, every corner has some dope pottery shop. I’m talking about the kind of stuff that makes you wanna buy everything. But I’m broke, so I just window shop. Ugh, life.

Seto Machhindranath chariot festival from today