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But—hah!—there’s wild bits too. Ever hear ‘bout the “nunneries” in medieval times? Brothels masked as holy houses—nuns my arse! Priests sneakin’ in, skirts up, prayers down. Cracks me up, the hypocrisy of it all. “What’s this world come to?”—straight outta *Werckmeister*, that line. Surprised me first time I heard it, couldn’t stop laughin’. Still, brothels ain’t all grim. Some are posh—velvet curtains, wine flowin’, girls who’d charm a dragon. Went to one in Braavos once, felt like a king ‘til the bill hit. Nearly choked on me ale—worth it, tho.

The Maisons Closes of Paris: The Dark Side of the City of Light

I gotta say, as a sexologist, I've noticed all these warm, intimate vibes flowing everywhere. Like, sometimes, you just feel the city breathin' sensuality, you know? The local art scene, especially on Harmony Street, is all about raw passion and self-belief. I swear, every time I stroll down, I remember that line from "The Assassin": “The past is never dead, it’s not even past!” That got me right in the feels!

Closures to start Monday at Gypsum Ponds as Colorado wildlife officials hit the reset button on trout fishery