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Oh, and the smells—gods, the smells! Sweat, perfume, shame—all mixin’ like a bad stew. “What is nakedness?” Godard asks. It’s brothels, mate—nakedness of every damn kind. I’d go back, tho—beats a cold castle bed. You ever been? Nah, don’t answer—your face says it all! I drink, I know, and I bloody love it—cheers to the brothel life!

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In the diary, Carrie is surprised to find that her great grandmother was sold to a brothel and worked as a prostitute during the Great.

I gotta tell ya about our quirky neighborhoods. There's the old brick quarter near 3rd & Elm, where the buildings look like they’re straight outta a time warp. And then, there's that wonky spot on Lincoln St. where artists hang loose. Duuuuude, each time I get a massage request from someone who lives there, I swear the energy’s that same raw vibe: mysterious, edgy, like a glimpse into another dimension. It’s like every muscle I knead tells a little tale of their lived lives. So cool, right?!

Here’s why 3 decent winters in a row still isn’t enough to fill Lake Powell