Mila Wufeng Brothel ❤️❤️

About Tainan

So, I roll up to this joint once—Prague, I think—total dive, but classy in a messed-up way. Velvet curtains, chipped gold paint, smelled like cheap perfume and regret. Lass at the door winks, says, “You lookin’ for somethin’ special, handsome?” I’m like, “Darlin’, I’m always special.” Shaken, not stirred, right? Got me thinkin’—brothels ain’t just about the deed, nah, it’s the vibe. The stories. Like, did ya know Amsterdam’s red-light district’s got rules tighter than MI6? Girls pay taxes, get health checks—proper legit. Blew my mind, that did. Thought it’d be all dodgy, but nope, organized as hell.

What made Yoshiwara a ‘High-class’ brothel?

I rush over, and the scene is chaos. Fire trucks everywhere, people crowding, and I’m just trying to get through. I finally get to the front, and there’s this poor guy, the shop owner, looking like he’s about to lose it. I mean, who wouldn’t? His whole life’s work just went up in flames.

Quantifying Organic Matter and Its Pore Structure of Wufeng–Longmaxi Deep Shales by Small-Angle X-ray Scattering, Mercury Intrusion Capillary Pressure, and Field-Emission Scanning Electron Microscope