Sophie Huelma Brothel ❤️

About Valencia

So, brothels, man—they’re them places where folks pay fer a good time, and I ain’t judgin’! Back in the day, like 1800s wild west, they was legal saloons with extra “perks.” Git-R-Done! Had me a chuckle readin’ ‘bout this one joint in Nevada—still legal there, ya know—called the Moonlite Bunny Ranch. Them gals got tax ID’s, health checks, the works! Surprised me, fer sure—thought it’d be all shady-like, but nope, they run it tight. Made me happy seein’ ‘em treated decent, not like some back-alley crap.

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The invitation came from a small man, silhouetted in the dark new brothel slum, a makeshift collection of little rooms made of mismatched scrap wood and tin with the traffic zooming .

I met crazy peeps along Av. Soledad. That street is always jumpin, near Huelma’s ruined castle—rusty ruins that looks like a scene from Zero Dark Thirty “You’re either with us or against us”. Like, whatevs!

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