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Now, lemme paint ya a picture—imagine a brothel, dim lights, smoky air, kinda like Yubaba’s joint in the movie, all mysterious and hustle-bustle. Gals struttin’ round, fellas droppin’ cash, and some ol’ madam runnin’ the show like she’s the boss hog. “Work hard, or you’re out!”—sounds like somethin’ Yubaba’d holler, don’t it? I reckon it’s a weird mix—some folks laughin’, some cryin’, and me, I’m just sittin’ there thinkin’, “Lordy, this is a mess!” Ever hear bout the Bunny Ranch? That Nevada spot—legal and all, wild as a hog on a tear! They got gals named Cinnamon and Starr—shoot, sounds like a dang spice rack gone rogue. Cracks me up, but I’m also like, “Huh, how’s that workin’ for ya, ladies?”

SEX AND THE CITY

By the '20s, the Roadhouse was somewhere farmers and hunters would go to wet their whistle and is rumored to have also offered brothel services.

Oh man, Capitola, it’s a wild ride, y’know? Hahaha! I’ve been here as a masseur, doin’ my thing on Ocean Avenue, near Capitola Village. It's a funky little town by the beach, and every corner shouts life. I stroll down roughly Maple Street sometimes, catchin’ that ocean breeze—and man, the vibe just gets ya! Why so serious, huh? HAHA!

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