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Me, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—damn, the stories these walls hold! Heard ‘bout this one chick, Ruby, worked a brothel in 1890s Tombstone. She’d sing opera—*opera*, y’all—while clients waited. Classy, huh? Made me laugh, picturin’ some drunk cowboy cryin’ to arias. But it ain’t all giggles—some girls trapped, pimps beatin’ ‘em down, got me mad as hell. “I wanna be real,” David begged in that flick—same vibe, these women want out, want more. Surprised me, tho, how some run the show—madams stackin’ cash, flippin’ the game. Power, baby.

The history of brothels

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Sometimes, I get so hyped just walking by old Harvey’s Road (yep, that’s a real name) where graffiti and small art installations tell wild stories about love and lust – my specialty stuff. I’ve seen couples arguing, making up, sometimes even in heated debates about, oh well, just life and sex – and these moments? They’re pure gold, folks!

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