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So, I tried it once—D’oh!—total mess! Lady’s like, “Relax, Homer,” but I’m all tense, thinkin’ bout Marge catchin’ me. Felt like a freakin’ donut gettin’ glazed, ya know? Slippery as hell—oil everywhere! Little fact: they use weird stuff like almond oil, not even donut grease! Surprised me, man, thought it’d be all fake and porny, but nah, it’s legit chill. Got me happy—muscles all loose, like after a good nap. But then—D’oh!—she hits a knot, hurts like hell! “That’s a bingo!” I yell, straight outta Inglourious Basterds. She’s confused, I’m laughin’—classic me.

Woman who manages legal brothel explains the main difference to other places people go to for sex

More than a brothel, Villa Tinto is a gallery of 51 cabins each occupied by a prostitute. The establishment was designed by the architectural duo Quinze & Milan and represents the .

Fun fact: local legend says the church bell plays a secret tune at noon. No word if it's true. But hey, it makes you wonder, right? Reminds me of "Why do we fall? So we can learn to pick ourselves up!"

Air footage shows the damage in Beauraing: "I have no choice but to move out"