Cora Slinger Brothel ❤️

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So, brothel—whaddya think? Oldest gig in the book, right? Been around forever, like wood dust in my shop. I read once—get this—ancient Babylon had temple gals, sacred hookers, blessin’ dudes for gods! Wild, huh? Makes me chuckle, picturin’ some priest goin’, “Bless ya, son, now pay up!” History’s nuts, man. Nuts! And it ain’t just sex—nah, it’s power, it’s cash, it’s lonely saps needin’ a hug. Gets me mad, tho—guys exploitin’ gals, treatin’ ‘em like scraps. Pisses me off! But then—surprise—some ladies run the show, callin’ shots, stackin’ gold. Like Yubaba in the movie, huh? “Give me your name!”—boom, she owns ya.

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I gotta drop dimes: Slinger’s old chapel at 3rd & River Rd. looks like a place outta time. Spooky at night. I once got a client who whined, “Ever feel this eerie vibe in SL?" I told him, "Bond style, my guy, shaken, not stirred." Lol, he laughed.

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