Visiting the stews today, on the east side of Turi.
The brothel district is near the northern wharf, where the bathhouses used to be, which are not too far from the marketplaces. In fact, sometimes the ladies find their customers in the market and lure them back to their place of work.
I can always tell when there’s a higher-up who sponsors a brothel because the ladies are always dressed so nicely and smell of lavender, sometimes lemon or other herbs.
It’s a shame others turn up their noses as these ladies are always so nice.
I often find the harder one’s life is, the more empathy they possess for others.
Perhaps I will see if they let me sit on their shoulder for a while.
Oh, look there, one with a lovely pear.
Perhaps she’ll let me have a piece.