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So, check this – brothels been around forever. Romans had ‘em, called lupanars. Dirty, loud, stinky joints. Girls howlin’ like wolves – lupae, get it? Freaky history, dude. Makes me laugh, tho. Imagine me, Keanu, stoic as hell, walkin’ in. “Whoa. Need a molar fix?” Hah! They’d stare, confused. Prolly pissed me off too – all that grime, no hygiene. Teeth rottin’ everywhere. I’d be, like, “Brush, damn it!”

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Explore Salt Lake City at sunset and learn about the prostitution history in this capital city of Utah on a guided, hour bike and brothel tour.

So, first off – Sunset (us) ain't your ordinary city. Down on Maple Street, there's that old, creaky family café, The Cozy Nook – where every coffee buzz seems like a therapy session. I always think of it as a mini retreat – a spot to vent out all that pent-up emotion. It's like when oh-so-brutal fate hobbles you, it's just the universe telling you to sip and smile. And then there's the old park, Riverside Haven. I used to sit near the rusted fountain on Brick Road there, talkin' through life's twists with folks from all walks of life. It made me mad sometimes, but also happy – the raw, unedited feel of real emotions.

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