Emily Carmi Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, brothels—where do I start? They’re old as sin, legit. Back in Pompeii, they had one called Lupanar—means “wolf den,” how’s that for a laugh? Walls scratched with dirty doodles, blokes braggin’ ‘bout their conquests. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ they’re all just tossers tryna feel big. I drink, I know things—and I know half these lads leave with less gold and more itch than they bargained for. Gets me riled up, tho—pisses me off how the girls get the short end. Used up, tossed out, no one givin’ a shit. Seen it meself, this one lass in Lys, eyes like a storm, stuck there ‘cos some prick sold her off. Broke me heart, it did.

Kyoto: Should Dark History of Brothels Be Passed On

Now, neighborhoods—I’m talkin’ ridged streets, like Cherry Lane, where you find houses with character; some folks even call ‘em “haunted, damn near,” but I think they’re just full of heart. I’ve had clients spill their souls 'cause I give a damn about their backaches besides Massag'ing their knots out. It’s like, every muscle has a story, motherf***er! The whole city breathes, like, “I’m still here – still kickin’ ass!”

John Scharer Obituary (2025) - Carmi, IL - Campbell Funeral Home - Carmi