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Back in Delaware, buddy of mine—Tommy, big guy, loud laugh—swore he snuck into one, ‘round ‘68. Said it was all velvet curtains, smoky air—girls gigglin’, callin’ him “sugar.” Thought he was fulla crap, still do! But—got me curious, y’know? What’s it like, really? Here’s the deal—found out later, some joints got history! Like, wild west days—brothels were damn near respectable! Ain’t that a kick? Miners, cowboys, droppin’ coins for a tumble—crazy times.

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brothel and massacre over thirty people, including twenty-eight women Tuba Zangaria, 1, 0, A year-old girl is shot eight times by her family for.

Then, I decide to hit up the local market on Al-Mashtal Street. It’s always buzzing with life. I’m talkin’ vendors shoutin’, kids runnin’ around, and the smell of fresh falafel in the air. I’m like, “Yes, please!” But as I’m walkin’, I trip over a stray cat. Seriously, Tuba-Zangariya, can we get some cat control?

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