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I’m obsessed with this vibe—sex work’s got history, y’all. Back in Pompeii, they had lupanars—stone beds, freaky frescoes, real nasty! Makes me giggle, like, damn, they was horny as hell! But real talk—brothels ain’t all fun. Some girls trapped, pissed me off when I read that. Modern ones tho? Nevada’s got ‘em legal—Bunny Ranch, all fancy, bitches runnin’ the show. “It’s about time I got outta here!”—like Szpilman escapin’, but with heels and glitter.

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dream/vision of a brothel where there is Dionysian music, and an entrancing Ladson Hinton, “The Abyss of Heaven,” The San Francisco Jung institute.

I can get riled up, too. Last summer, oh man, the city got overrun by a bizarre heat wave. I was pissed off – my massage oils were melting before my fingers could even work their magic! And the streets? They turned into a sweaty sauna, but hey, that’s Ladson’s rebel spirit. Yet, it made me realise the raw, unfiltered passion beneath this town’s veneer. Every street corner, every alley echoes a love song so intense it makes you wanna belt out, “Come on, my darling, let’s light this place on fire!”

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