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Then there’s this wild story—1880s, New Orleans, this chick Lulu White ran a brothel called Mahogany Hall. Fancy as hell, mirrors everywhere, champagne flowin’. She’d brag her girls were “octoroons”—one-eighth Black, exotic sellin’ point. Total flex, right? Bet she’d say, “I’m here, I exist,” like Adèle in the movie—ownin’ it, no apologies. Surprised me how bold she was, struttin’ like a queen. Kinda admire that guts, ya know?

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Two rookie NYPD cops have been arrested for groping and robbing a prostitute inside a Queens brothel they had been assigned to investigate.

Now, you know I'm a sexologist, right? I notice the hidden desires. Mist on the riverbank near Lascaux Park reveals passionate graffiti that tells love stories in secret. You might see a heart carved in the old oak behind Elm Court. I once found a couple arguing like it was some grand theatre reenactment of passion. Y'know, "Where is my cabaret?!" like in that flick Moulin Rouge!—but less glitter, more grime.

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