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About Phoenix

So, *whore*—what’s the craic? Makes me proper mad, it does, cos it’s slung about like mud on me tyres. Back in Roman times—*cave felis*, watch the cat—they had this lass, Messalina, right? Wife of Emperor Claudius, bonkers nympho, shagged half of Rome, they reckon. Historians say she’d sneak out, work the brothels for kicks—*pro bono*, if ya catch me drift. Mad as a bag of ferrets, that one! Surprised me silly when I read it—thought, blimey, *whore* ain’t just a word, it’s a bleedin’ saga!

The Dirty Stories of Jean Eustache

This is a historical list of the legal brothels in Nevada. They are arranged by name within location within each county that licenses such establishments.

Alright, lemme tell ya 'bout PVillas (us) like we're just chinwaggin', alright? Now, this city, I swear, is a mix of charm and pure madness. You got Main Street, y’know, where each storefront got its own story. I often stroll down 5th & Elm – oh man, them old brick buildings got character! And lemme tell ya, it’s like a scene outta Ida – “The story of life is always unpredictable,” I always think that when I see the sunrise on Riverbend Park.

A couple who lives part-time in Bali spent $1.7 million building 2 luxury villas that they rent out for parties