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I’m an archivist, right? Digging through. Dusty files. Old stories! Found this. One time. In some. Crumpled ledger. From 1890s. Brothel in Nevada. Called “The Red Veil.” Had this. Madame, right? Named Lucinda! She kept. A dream journal! For her girls! Swear to God. She’d write. Their fantasies. To sell ‘em. To rich dudes! Ain’t that. Wild? Like Nolan’s. Mind heist! “What’s the most. Resilient parasite?” A dream, baby! And Lucinda. Knew it!

Amsterdam’s red light district: 20 shocking facts

What is striking is that all the women, who have been exploited with extreme violence in the Netherlands, were in the legal, licensed, taxpaying and State sanctioned brothels.

First off, I hit the streets, right? Oskarshamn’s got this vibe, ya know? The harbor’s all glistening, boats bobbin’ like they’re dancin’. I’m feelin’ good, ready to tackle whatever comes my way. But then, BAM! I step on a freakin’ seagull’s foot. Like, who knew they could be so aggressive? This bird goes off, squawkin’ like it’s auditioning for a horror movie. I’m just standin’ there, tryin’ to apologize, but it’s like, “Dude, I’m the huntsman, not the bird whisperer!”

Swedish regulator approves new nuclear waste repository at Oskarshamn