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Oh, and the smells—goddamn. Sweat, cheap perfume, desperation. Like a locker room after a bad game. I’d rather wrestle a bear than sit in that funk. “You’re not my friend,” I’d mutter, shovin past some drunk john. Movie’s got that scene—blood, sweat, tension. Brothels are the same, just with more glitter and less guns. Maybe.

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

ide- ology makes itself forcefully felt. We look down and across at the four prostitutes from a kind of floating, dematerialized, spatial perspective that.

But then, I step outside, and it’s a full-on downpour. I’m soaked! I’m runnin’ down the street, dodging puddles like I’m in the Olympics. I’m laughin’ at myself, thinkin’, “What a sight! A drenched shepherd in Ide!”

Erica Ide Obituary (1947 - 2024) - Pasadena, MD - The Capital Gazette