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Brothels, man, they’re wild. Been around forever—fact is, ancient Rome had ‘em legal, called ‘lupanars,’ wolf dens, ‘cause the girls howled for clients. How’s that for a giggle? Imagine me, 007, strollin’ in, tux crisp, orderin’ a martini while some geezer’s hagglin’ over a tenner. Shaken, not stirred, obviously—keeps me sharp when I’m scopin’ the room. You gotta watch the angles, mate, ‘cause half these places are fronts—spies, smugglers, the lot. Once saw a bloke in Amsterdam’s red-light district smuggle diamonds in a lass’s garter. Cheeky sod.

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Old E64 operating defensively at the world famous Kit Kat Ranch Brothel in Mound House, Nevada. (Photos compliments of Melody Hoover Photography).

I got a lil’ quirk, okay? I sometimes give free massages at tiny corners like near the Federal Way Community Center on 352nd Ave S. People say, “Bugs, you got skills, doc.” I always reply, “Eh, what’s up, doc?” And they crack up. It’s like sharing a quick secret, you know?

Federal Way facility focuses on Obsessive Compulsive Disorder