Amelia Ueda Brothel ❤️❤️

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Now, don’t get me twisted, I ain’t judgin nobody. To each they own, Halleluyer! But if I ran a brothel—lord forbid—I’d class it up! Velvet curtains, some gospel playin soft, maybe a snack bar. “Get yo sin and a biscuit!” Ha! Them girls deserve better than what they gettin now, that’s my two cents. Like *The Assassin* teach us, “Fate carves the path”—and some paths just dirtier than others, y’all!

From working in brothels to capturing ‘life’ in the sex industry

Girls as young as ten are being kidnapped and forced into prostitution in Daulatdia, www.facebook.com of the few Muslim countries where prostitution is tolerat.

After the sheep rodeo, I’m finally shearin’. It’s hot, and I’m covered in wool. I look like a walking sheep myself. But hey, the feelin’ of gettin’ that wool off? Pure bliss. It’s like a weight lifted. I’m in my zone, just me and the sheep.

After two years in top job, BOJ's Ueda faces his biggest challenge yet