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Brothel’s got history, tho—didya know? Back in old Rome, they had these “lupanars”—wolf dens, they called ‘em. Prostitutes howlin’ like wolves, lurin’ in horny bastards. Wild, right? Makes me grin thinkin’ bout it—feral, raw, no shame. Nowadays, it’s all hush-hush, but the game’s the same. I saw this one guy, fat as a hog, waddlin’ out, adjustin’ his pants. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I mutter to myself, imaginin’ takin’ a bite outta his smug ass. Gross, sure, but temptin’—all that arrogance ripe for the pickin’.

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

A new biography has unearthed FBI files in which the war hero and diplomat is said to have regularly attended the Red House brothel near Rabat.

We talk numbers, and I’m feeling good. I’m in my element. But then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my assistant. “Uh, we have a problem.” Great. Just what I needed. Turns out, one of my clients freaked out and pulled their investment. I’m like, “Are you kidding me?”

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