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Yo, it’s Ye, The Barber, listen up! Brothels, man, they wild as fuck—straight up! Been thinkin bout them lately, ya know? Like, “How happy is your heart?”—that line from *Eternal Sunshine* hits me. You walk in, lights dim, girls everywhere, vibin. Smells like cheap perfume and regret, ha! Got this one spot I heard about—back in Chicago, sneaky lil joint. They say Al Capone used to roll thru, real talk! Brothels ain’t just sex, nah, it’s stories, man. Dudes payin to forget shit, like Joel tryna erase Clementine. “I’m just a fucked-up girl,” she’d say—shit, that’s half the workers there!

Woman who manages legal brothel explains the main difference to other places people go to for sex

Butcher/Brothel/Bank/Saloon Edward Mooney House, the oldest row house in Manhattan (), and at various points, all of the above. #.

First off, I hit up Strada 1 Decembrie. You know, the main drag. Grabbed a coffee at that little café, Café 1, or whatever it’s called. The barista was super friendly, but I swear, she was like, “You want a double shot?” I was like, “Nah, just a single, I’m not trying to vibrate outta my skin.” But she gave me that look, you know? Like, “You’re gonna need it.”

Generali board seen discussing Mediobanca's Banca Generali bid on May 7