Mia Copiague Brothel ❤️

About Dallas

So, brothels—grubby, ain’t they? Been around forever, like fleas on a mutt. Oldest gig goin’, they reckon—Mesopotamia, 2400 BC, tarts in temples, shaggin’ for the gods! Blokes’d rock up, chuck some coins, *quid pro quo*, job done. Makes me laugh, it does—humanity’s randy as rabbits, always has been! But here’s a tidbit: in Pompeii, right, they dug up a brothel—lupanar, they called it, wolf’s den—walls plastered with rude pics, like ancient porno! Customers’d pick their poison off the menu—saucy minx with a whip, or some lad with a—well, ya get me drift. Froze me gobsmacked, that did—Romans were filthy sods!

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Now check it – near the heart of this hood, there’s a dope legacy around. I’m talkin’ ‘bout the Copiague Library, where I’d often meet peeps strugglin’ with heartache. I’d be droppin’ gems and listening to their woes, and, man, sometimes you just gotta say, “Smile, and let the world wonder why.” Couldn’t help but feel the city’s pulse in that place.

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