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So, picture this—dingy red lights, smoky air. Girls giggling, blokes stumbling in, horny as hell. I’d waltz in, smirkin’, “Kneel before me, mortals!” Nah, kidding—sorta. But srsly, brothels ain’t just fuckin’. There’s history, mate! Oldest gig ever—Ancient Rome had lupanars, wolf dens. How badass is that? Prozzies howlin’ like wolves—fuckin’ poetic, innit?

A B.C. woman talks her life in the sex trade

The vibe is very “er, somethin’ special.” I mean, f*ck, sometimes I overthink the beauty of Creston’s Backstreet. Did ya know that that backstreet only shows up when the moon’s high? Nah, jus’ kiddin’... kinda. There’s a SECRET BookNook behind the faded red door on Patterson Rd – pure magic if ya wander off the beaten path. Doesn’t everyone?

Fraternal Order of Police Shop with Hero expands to include children with special needs