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Brothels, tho—wild history, man! Back in Pompeii, they had ‘em, called lupanars—wolf dens, how badass is that? Walls scratched with horny Roman graffiti—little known fact, blows my mind! Imagine that, ancient dudes braggin’ ‘bout their “conquests”—probs exaggerated, like me sayin’ I’d charge one MILLION dollars for a night, pinky up, evil laugh. Hilarious, right? But real talk, some joints now—shady as hell, makes me mad. Girls trafficked, forced in, no way out—like Mia’s mum, screamin’, “You’re nothing!” Pisses me off, that control shit.

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Life here ain’t perfect, but it’s my home, my stage. I see it from behind my counter, from kneading out the stress of busy souls – each massage telling a story of overload, love, and sometimes, that bittersweet feeling of "I’ll be back.”

Rockin’ to his own religious beat: EastLake pastor, churchgoers congregate in Bothell