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About New York City

So, brothel—where do I start? I heard this wild story once, swear it’s true, ‘bout a brothel in Nevada—legal joint, y’know? Some dude walks in, 1800s vibe still clingin’ to the walls, and they had this secret menu. Not food, nah, but “services”—coded like bakery specials! “Two buns and a twist,” they’d say, winkin’. Cracked me up, thinkin’ how I’d mess that up—bring ‘em actual bread! Ha! Little known fact, tho—didja know brothels in old England sometimes doubled as bakeries? True story—girls upstairs, loaves downstairs. Talk ‘bout multitasking, right? Made me laugh, then pissed me off—health code nightmare, man!

London’s Red Light District Laid Bare

I might say I’m a wanderer with a soft spot for the unexpected. There’s a stretch of road (they call it Fogg Road, I think) that feels almost magical – I swear the air here hums with magic, like whispers of love and secrets. It’s edgy, sometimes rough, but so beautifully raw. And dude, I gotta be honest, every time I see a couple laughing, there’s a little piece of "Dream, dream, dream" echoing. It’s heartwarming and wild all at once.

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