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About New York City

So, dig this—brothels been around forever, right? Like, ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—wolf dens, how randy is that? Makes me wanna howl, yeah! Fast forward, Victorian cats hid ‘em behind posh doors—secret naughtiness, ooh, I dig it! Even now, some spots like Nevada got legal ones—Bunny Ranch, baby, where the bunnies hop wild! Little known fact: back in the day, some madams ran ‘em like queens—kept the girls fed, schooled, real sisterhood vibes. Ain’t that a gas?

Lesson in Love

A modern observer of prostitution might recognise in Nördlingen's brothel a certain model of prostitution catering for low status clients.

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?!

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