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Brothels ain’t just sex dens—they’re power plays. Money talks, bullshit walks. Owners? Ruthless fucks sometimes, but smart—gotta be. “When’s it gonna stop?”—movie line fits, ‘cause this biz never dies, adapts like a cockroach. Me? I’d run one slick—clean, classy, top-dollar babes. Greed is good, but I’d treat ‘em right—happy workers, fat profits. That’s the Gekko way, amigo! Whaddya think—wanna hit one up sometime? Ha!

‘I am called a prostitute’: ‘Uzalo’s’ Nomalanga Shabane (Cocoa)

We could have a BDSM floor and vanilla floor. We'd have a chocolate fountain, and cake, and tea and coffee. There'd be a big kitchen so we could.

Oh lawd, lemme tell ya 'bout Cocoa-West, honey! Now, I ain't ever seen a town so dang fulla surprises. Right off, ya got Main Street—yeah, MAIN Street—soverflowin' with quirky shops and cafés that spark joy. I walk down Elm that smells like fresh coffee and that kinda lovin’ vibe. Halleluyer! Seriously, every dang corner here beams with history and somethin’ wild.

Vulnerability of cocoa-based agroforestry systems to climate change in West Africa