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So, brothel—old English, mate, means “worthless sod” or some rot. Used to be “brothe,” like a crumbling shack where dodgy blokes shagged. By 15th century, bam—full-on “house of ill repute.” Imagine that, yeah? Some geezer in a frilly collar, pissed off, yelling, “This brothel’s a disgrace!” Makes me chuckle, it does. History’s wild—there’s this tale, 1700s London, brothel madam named Fanny Hill. Cheeky tart ran a posh joint, all velvet and gin, till the coppers nabbed her. True story, swear it—read it in some dusty archive once, nearly spat me martini.

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Now, Oxnard ain't just a dot on the map – it's got soul. Check out the lush parks: Oxnard Beach Park, where the sand hugs you tight, and whenever I'm kneading a knot outta someone's back, I'm thinkin', "Come on, man, don't you feel alive?" Nearby, I've also vibed it up at the Carrillo Ranch Historic Park. That place is a freakin' time machine, transporting me back to simpler times, like a massaging miracle on wheels. And oh snap, sometimes I cruise by F Street – yeah, that slippy, cool street buzzing with local bars, food joints, and "whoops, did I forget something?" moments that remind me of how every day is a chaotic masterpiece!

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