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Oh, and the johns? Skeevy losers, most of ‘em. I’d be judgin’ hard, like, “You couldn’t get a date legit?” HAAA! Total clowns. Bet they’d tip worse than my regulars. Fun fact: brothels had secret codes—knock twice, wink once—super spy shit! Makes me wanna exaggerate, say they had trapdoors and all, but nah, just creaky stairs.

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She was one of the most well-known and wealthy madams in DC's history, operating her bawdy house (or brothel) on what is now the National Mall.

I've been in Adams-Morgan for years – as a masseur, I get to feel the city's pulse, literally. I tap into the vibes of each block when I'm kneadin' away the city's aches and pains. Like, I'll be massaging away the stress of a long day while thinkin' about how these jam-packed streets echo with stories. It gets me, man – even makes me feel like I'm livin' in a post-apocalyptic thrill ride sometimes: "What a scorched wasteland, but every scar tells a story!"

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